Just when you thought it was safe to return to campus......

So I've fucking decided that I'm immune to hurt feelings
that anything possibly nothing could hold me down or hurt me. fuck was I wrong
let me prefece this by stateing that I hate money.
bettter yet lets skip today irrelervent hurtful rant by just simply stateing :
Horses don't give back gifts.
Horses don't confront you and corner you in the cafe.
Horses don't flex emotional muscle and make you feel like shit.
Horses don't passive aggressivly move away from you in their apartments. (consciensely or not)
Horses don't get mad when you call them butt hurt.l
Horses don't give or recieve parking tickets.
Horses don't have bank accounts.
horses don't vote.
horses don't talk.....
(I'm in no way oneof those chicks who "loves ponies" or that sort of crap I am mearly illustrating a point with an object from my current life. It could have easily been rabbits or pigs or camels... whatever.)
the point.
simply put ... Fuck Off.
I out grew this shit in high school.