Worst EVERYTHING Ever!
So I'm taking a lot of flack (especially at Blogcritics) for my WORST OF stuff. Too negative. Too critical. Too subjective. Too uppity. Whatever, people. You try walking around with unrelieved pain for a week straight and we'll see just how fucking charming you turn out to be. I'm all about the negativity right now. Who wants to make a feel-good, wishy washy, BEST OF list when they are in a MOOD? No one. I'm cranky, irritable and ready to strangle the living daylights out of a cute, fuzzy bunny just to relieve myself of the darkness running through my soul right now. Tis much better to write a stupid, subjective list then kill bunnies, right? RIGHT?
So join me in my Friday Festival of Feistiness. Dig up the worst of everything you can imagine. Open a can of Hatorade. Let those negative feelings wash over you like a lake filled with piranhas. Purge yourself of all the biting commentary just building up inside you, vomit your disgust in my comments section.
I'll take the worst of whatever you can throw at me. Movies, songs (we already did bands), books, tv shows, food, restaurants, rest stops on the Jersey Turnpike, websites, cities, siblings, whatever. Anything. Let's all be Captain Negativity today, because my molar misery loves bitter, nasty company.