they like me they really like me

You see that ... in the comments of my last post? Someone actually left a goddamn comment. AND it was someone I don't even know or has ever left a comment on my blog before. Not only that, they asked me my opinion on something ... MY opinion. I feel so gosh darn special. Unlike my asshole friends who never comment or acknowledge my existence. Ok ok maybe that's partly my fault because let's face it this blog has been shite lately. But speaking of my jerk ass friends I was thinking ... after being back in Nova Scotia I thought a lot about the time when I did in fact have lots of friends. Friends who I saw and did things with on a regular basis. That was long before I moved to this god forsaken place and turned 30. But I can't really use my location and age for lack of thriving social life can I? Well I am going to so fuck off. Actually truth be told, with my family and boyfriend and the few people I do actually go out with, I have a busy enough schedule ... did I mention I am antisocial and lazy?

What the hell was this post supposed to be about anyway? Oh yeah my friends and how they treat me so horribly and how I am so nice to them ... or was it about my opinion about dress codes that the commenter (we'll call him or her the fan) asked. So as I was saying about my friends and being back in Nova Scotia, I was thinking and well you know, when I was in high school and even in university for the first time around, I thought I was pretty cool. Yeah I did, I thought I listened to the best music, wore cool clothes and was generally "into" cool stuff. At the time this was very important to me. I guess it is to everyone as they are trying to find their identity at that age. What is funny is that now I don't care so much, sure I would like to have nice clothes and I obviously think the music I listen to is good but overall, eh, whatever. I would certainly not snub my nose and openly mock someone because they like Nickleback ... oh wait yes I would. Well they deserve to be openly mocked, you can't deny it. Anyhow, I realized that, in retrospect, I was never all that cool to begin with. Oh the shock, the horror. I know, I know .... it is hard to deal with realizing you were never really terribly cool. The funny thing is that I always had all these really cool friends ... and I have no idea how that came about. They are still cool and well I am still a dork, it just shows more now.

Well after this post I am sure the 3 friends that I have that do read this will no longer want to be my friend ... eh well they never commented on my blog anyway ... what kind of friends are those I ask you.

As for my opinion on dress codes anonymous fan. I think they are a necessary evil, because some people need to have guidance on how to dress appropriately. Unless we're talking about stupid dress codes, like all females must wear skirts or dresses and pantyhose everyday. But generally I think I can abide by my works dress code of no baring my chest or wearing PVC ... everyone knows that's weekend wear, duh!