Lame
And now that it’s happening to me, I can’t help but laugh.
In a way, it makes me angry. I mean, where were you before all this?
Where were you when I called you to hang out? Where were you when I asked you to come out with me, maybe go to dinner? Where were you when I was actually trying to get with you? Where in the hell were you when I was at my loneliest point?
Yeah, where in the hell were you, because I sure couldn’t figure it out.
That’s the thing…you weren’t there.
Oh wait, yes you were. That’s right, I forgot.
You were busy blowing me off…
…or stringing me along…
…or playing some other type of game with me.
But in reality, you were nowhere to be found.
Now all of a sudden, a slew of girls have come out of nowhere…girls I haven’t talked to in months.
Why is that? Someone, anyone, please explain it to me. PLEASE!
I’m not really mad…in fact, I don’t really give a shit…but I do because it’s so crazy to me.
I think more than anything, I’m baffled.
Baffled and appalled at how hypocritical and LAME you all are.
I think that’s the best word to describe it…LAME. Because that’s what you are.
You know what…get a fucking clue, would you?
I mean, how self-righteous do you think you are? You really must think you are the shit if you can dog me out one minute when I try to get with you and then turn around and try to get with me the next…while I have a girlfriend, mind you.
And not that you are even necessarily trying to get with me…it’s like you contact me out of spite, just for the simple fact that I do have a girlfriend.
I’m sorry, but I don’t work like that…never have, never will. Sorry you don’t realize it.
You know what? I’m not sorry at all…YOU are.
In fact, I don’t even know why in the hell I’m so upset about it.
Actually, at this point in the game, I’m pretty damn happy with my situation, to be perfectly honest with you.
I have a girlfriend now and I didn’t have to play any games to get her to like me. She likes me for me and that’s what counts.
No games. No fronting. No playing hard to get. No stringing me along. No, “Well, I like you but…”
No. None of that. No teasing. No misleading. NO GAMES.
Instead, I get honesty.
And in the end, that’s all I really wanted in the first place. Now is that too much to ask for?
I can’t tell you how good it feels. Feeling genuine about someone is something that is untouched.
And I can’t tell you how good it feels to write this…and to laugh while I write it because it makes me feel so good to realize how full of shit you all were and are.
The best part about all this is knowing that I don’t have to deal with any of that bullshit anymore. It’s like having a weight lifted off of my shoulders, I gotta tell ya.
IT FEELS…SO GOOD!
Maybe one day you will have that feeling…
But you have to grow up first. Good luck with that.
~ Mike D








They kept the crowd jumpin’ throughout their entire set. From the old school sounding “88” with heavy guitar and hollow snare, to the heavy bass-thumping “Flossin.’” They separated “people from the squares like a nicotine patch.”
The Cool Kids kept the crowd movin’ and dancin’ the entire show, because if your friends don’t dance, then they ain’t no friends of mine. They handled their biz till they had the achin’ ribs. With a different level of coolness than most kids, the “C-O-O-L-K-I-D-S” have begun their takeover. Are you ready? The music speaks for itself. Head to the polls for the voting.



