There ain't no hope for the stoopid

So I know that I went missing off of the blogging radar for awhile. Mainly after the divorce I was depressed and I try to adhere to the title of the blog and keep sarcasm my forte. Since then in my personal life I have gone through the stages of serious rebound relationship,  player, and the desire to be left alone completely.  Normal from what I understand, however, I am finally beginning to branch out and occasionally go on a date with someone who is worthwhile again, and do you know what I have discovered? Dating sucks! I mean seriously...it just sucks. Lol

On to other things...so I live in the southern part of the United States.  Big shocker, I go into the grocer today and had to be forcibly removed by my best friend because some hillbillies had bred and their offspring were running rampant.  I mean seriously? It was when the oldest of the four came up and slapped me on the ass that I was forced to abandon cart mid ailse and be led out of the store lest I pick the child up and beat the parents with him.  I don't understand what happened to the responsibility of actually caring about the affect your offspring has in the world.  Maybe it is just around here but it seems to me like the populace is truly trying to become like that movie idiocracy. I'm begging the intellectuals and responsible adults to have children please. Prevent me from getting arrested for intolerance of the stupid! Make the world a better place, or just help me by picking up brats and chunking them upside their parents clueless noggins. Either way things will change.

Days In My Week

So I recently decided to revisit eight year old fashion and buy some days of the week socks. Seriously, we should just be happy that I didn't get underwear too!  Anyhow,  I was stupid excited about my random sock purchase and noticed a extra little bounce in my step as my best friend and I made our way through the other stores. Perhaps my feet were excited too??? Could be! So when I made it home I bust out my new acquisition to take a gander at the different designs each one fun and cute, but then as I got to the last pair there was a fly in the ointment.  Oh no no...fluffy...I don't think that this is going to work for me. 7 days in the week...and only 6 pair of socks. Monday-Friday remained normal but Saturday and Sunday, oh nooooo. Nope Saturday and Sunday have been labeled very simply 'weekend'. I was straight up angry. I mean really?!?! My weekends are short enough with out even deeming them worthy enough to have a pair of socks for each day. I mean come on! Is the fabric going to kill them for one more pair of socks? If so why not knock out one of the days I'm not pleased with?  Monday, for example,  would be a lovely day to skip over. Silly socks, they just ruined it for me. Wearing them could have been an experience that brought me much laughter. Instead though I haven't worn them at all.