I Keep Coming Across Assholes

My music guru: has a very hot girlfriend but not too long ago I read his entries on dating (before he was with the girlfriend) and well he was a natural jackass. Those entries enlightened me about the male psyche. Yes, when it comes to sex, women need a reason, men just need a hole to put it in. I've said it before and I'll said it again -my guru has humor so toxic that you need a gas mask to get through the room with him around. Caught unaware and you'll have gray matter oozing out from your ears. A wanker with panache, that one. BUT! I still rely on his blog for gems. And since I have finally told the boyfriend about him (the guru has been a secret since 2005), he has become my very own RSS feed -"Hey your mentor just updated his blog. You should check out this band he wrote about..." LIKE SERIOUSLY.

LA kids: the guru is based in LA. Trace Cyrus lives in LA. Hanna Beth lives in LA. Wait a minute who the fuck is Hanna Beth? Beats me but I was going through her pictures yesterday for some reason. She's this pint size thing who annoyingly reminds me how annoyingly old I have become. Actually, she dated or is dating that pre-Marilyn Manson/Wonder Years lookalike with tattoos Cyrus kid. She says she's a model, something I think every myspace IT girl claims. I must have missed her in Miley Cyrus' fashion show then, hurhurhurhur. It also reminded me of a post on Encik B's blog about Cory Kennedy, another IT girl on myspace. His wife wrote that entry about make-me-rich-quick art or something and she was ranting about all these people from LA. Boy, was she pissed off. But honey, just hope your kid won't grow up to be a Hanna Beth. I don't think old man B wanna see his teenage daughter in only her Hello Kitty underwear giving pedophiles a run for their money as her small pink tongue licks a popsicle on YouTube.

Encik B and his bastard child he knows nothing about: I hate how the boyfriend worships him. Everything that is on Old Man B's blog, he'll lap it up like loyal dog. But then if it was any other red blooded male, he would lap it up like a dog -bikes, naked chicks, bongs and all. Unless he is gay and know the difference between his Christian Louboutin and his Christian Lacroix.