Arrogant Bastard

Sometimes I am all about self promotion.



I happen to really like this song and this performance.

So I'm patting myself on the back here.

"People you may know"

Dear facebook, please stop asking me to friend _______. I hate ______.

Once in sixth grade we were standing in the school parking lot, waiting for our moms to pick us up from school, and ______ decided to pants me. And there I was, between an elementary school bus and my sixth grade class, standing in my underwear.

Tighty-whiteys too. As if it's not bad enough to be caught with your pants down, I happened to be wearing the lamest kind of underwear available. And anyone who meant anything in the world was present for my public unveiling.

Maybe the most mortifying day of my life, and I generally don't feel shame. It makes the top ten list at least.

So there you have it facebook. I refuse to friend ______, even though we have a couple tagged photos from way back when and about eighty friends in common. I am completely capable of holding a twelve year grudge.

I would, however, like to send him a message someday and thank him for teaching me that at any given moment the whole world may see you in your underwear.