because i overthink things far too much...

[koncupiscence]

of course, shortly after i posted my rant about the paparazzi, i started to regret it. by the time i was done posting, i had completely cooled off and was, for the most part, over it. i try not to stay pissed off at things that i have no control over - for that is just wasted energy, energy that could be put to good use for something else. like sitting on the couch watching crap tv and stuffing my face, which is exactly what i did.

the entire time i'm sitting there, i'm thinking about my ranty post and feeling more retarded about it by the minute. was that not i who posted a paparazzi photo in someone else's LJ comments just a few moments prior to my rant? yes. who cares about celebrities anyhow? um, i do, who am i kidding.

see, this is why i rarely post things when i'm infuriated, because 10 minutes later i've calmed down and end up feeling lame for having barfed up my rage on LJ for the world (or 10 people) to see. because who really cares anyhow? who the hell am i, right? but then i say, whatever, we all have thoughts and feelings, and i enjoy reading other peoples', so why not express mine, blah blah blah...

so, i'm chowing down on my burrito, watching the eyeroll inducing access hollywood (yes, i bring it on myself), deciding that i will probably end up deleting the ranty post (because it all just seems so stupid now - the phrase "whatever" repeatedly entering my mind), or at the very least friends-lock it - but that seems stupid too... and sure enough, billy bush is irritating the fuck out of me, and then they show a clip of the paparazzi, or rather the stalkerazzi, harassing such celebrities as kid rock, britney, and seal. and in the span of .2 seconds, i'm all aflare again. RAGE! these people have no respect, man, it's unfuckingbelievable. apparently, one such photographer got run over while britney and crew tried to drive away, and i say GOOD. serves him bloody fucking right. if you're not going to get out of the way, you're gonna get run over, that's your choice buddy, fucking deal.

not 15 minutes later, i'm watching that 70's show, chocolate donut in hand, and all is right with the world once more. again, thinking about the ranty post (which i'm sure most people didn't bat two eyelashes at, yet i end up fixating on it), and how i'll probably delete it, or just put a post up in its place saying, "whatever, over it, moving on". i mean, who am i to get all "WAH WAH WAH!!!" when i'm also all "gobble gobble gobble" (i am so articulate, i amaze myself), you know?

cut to later this evening as i'm watching newlyweds (i find it amusing that i unintentionally watched both the shows i referenced in my ranty post just hours before). in the previews for next week's episode, the paparazzi are now stalking nick and jess, following them into stores, restaurants, and what looked like their own fucking driveway! well, you guessed it, OMG RAGE WTF YOU ASSHOLES LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE AND GO BACK TO HELL ALREADY FUCKING FUCK OFF!!!@

so, after the rage (because it's gone now), i laughed at myself and decided the post would stay. fuck it, it DOES piss me off, even if i am part of the culture that has helped to create such a fucking mess. but, whaddya gonna do... i can't stop america from buying tabloids, but i sure as hell am not giving them any of my money. and if i had a nielsen's box, bye bye access hollywood. but i don't - so i'll keep watching the crap and yelling at the tv the entire time, rolling my eyes at the insufferable billy bush, amusing the hell out of my roommate, all the while asking myself, good god, why am i watching this shit? o_O

so... la la la NIPPLES!!1 \o/