Too Cool For Commercialism

So, I've come to a point where I hate commercialism with an undying passion.

I hate the fact that the land is being developed to make way for more Buffalo Wild Wings. I go into buffalo wild wings. They just sell buffalo wings. Food you don't need. Not a particularly social atmosphere. Wasted face for shoveling food you probably would be better off not eating down your throat.

I also could never go into sales. Whatever the product, I'm not going to want to convince someone to buy it. Dude, they need their money. They don't have a lot of it. What am I supposed to do, convince them they want to buy Herbalife? Herbalife doesn't even work on most people. Convince them they want to buy Mary Kay cosmetics? Right, like I would try to convince someone to buy makeup.

After awhile, I get tired. We are just cutting down the nation's trees, the world's resources, to make way for more Buffalo Wild Wings. I hate Buffalo Wild WIngs. And even worse, Target. Or Bed Bath & BEYOND!!

This nation has a problem with depression. Maybe we should teach people to relate to others better? Maybe we should replace these awful businesses with social activities? Anyway, I don't know if that's a solution. I would pay my money to talk to someone.

And that's it. Lately, commercialism in the United States of America is disgusting me. I don't know what these people want, but they are not going to find it at Buffalo Wild Wings.

Boyfriend Problem

So my problem right now is, I am lonely and horny. I have no one.

It's a sad life. I do things, I see things, I go places... but no sex or boys ever. The whole world is sex and boy less.


So where do we take the world on after this stage? The land of the sex free, the land of the putrid scum Donald Trump.

So, rather than look to the man on TV for comfort, where do we turn? No where! We have nothing!

Very good, Samantha!