I’m so sick of that stupid Red Jumpsuit Apparatus song “Face Down,” it’s not even funny.  I hear it all.  The.  Time.  I don’t care that it’s got a “good message” telling people not to beat their wives/girlfriends/assorted attachments, but you can get sick of “Imagine” if it was played as much as this stupid song.

Overall, though, I’ve just been getting more and more sick of American culture.  There’s such a division between the haves and the have-nots, and it seems more and more that those who have are undeserving or have no reason to have.  Yesterday at the gym, The Girls Next Door was on the TV while I was working out, and I had to keep reminding myself not to watch (my eyes seem to be automatically drawn to wherever there’s a TV on) because seeing the show was just making me more and more angry — this blonde chick (who I didn’t even think was attractive at all and not worthy of Playboy) was shopping for a condo in the San Diego area, and I’m so glad I didn’t see her in person because I would’ve punched her.  She was just expecting everything to be served to her on a silver platter and so crass and so entitled and so dumb.  And yet, I’m sure there are many people out there watching the show, either wishing they could be her, have her stuff or grow up to be her, while I thought she wasn’t a role model at all (or any other kind of model, for that matter).

And then we have Exhibit B:  more crap from Avril Lavigne.  As if I needed more reasons to hate her?  The No-Talent Ass Clown proves how full of herself she is.  Someone needs to take that little (and she is way little) biatch down a peg or two.