I'm convinced that people who say there is no such thing as perfection live a sad, sorry existence. I see perfection in a lot of things, so I hear it a lot. What really kills me is, the mojority of people I hear it from believe in god. They think god's perfect...how the hell do you think some thing you can't see and don't even have proof that it even exists is perfect, but you can't see perfection in anything tangible? That's crazy.
They've obviously never stood on the balcony of a house on the Amalfi Coast of Italy and looked out over the ocean at sunset. I guess they don't have kids either. And they can't possibly have ever found that one special thing they've wanted forever. These are the same people that feel the need to constantly judge my life. There's no such thing as perfection...except your life obviously, because if I'm not doing what you think is right it's all wrong. Really, I don't have time for that self-rightious bullshit. I may be vain and materialistic, but I'm must rather be that than a judgemental, self-righteous fucker.
I just spent the most amazing 2 weeks in Italy with the love of my life, only to come home to the same old bullshit. I've got to figure out how this dual citizenship deal works so I can get the hell away from these people.
12:15 p.m. - 2004-06-13
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