I could simply end this post after the title, but I'll go on. I have a lot of friends who enjoy frying their brains and sticking glitter in their eyeballs and covering their arms in "candy" or multi colored beads from their wrists up to their armpits until they resemble the Michelin Man, so I'm not hating. Well okay maybe a little bit. Why is it every time that someone puts on a techno song in their presence they feel the need to describe what they would be feeling if they were at a rave at that very moment (which they are not)? They are lemmings. If there was a flashing light at the end of a cliff, they would undoubtedly follow it to their deaths. I mean I have never done ecstasy, but the closest I've come would be my escapades at the Spice Girls concert. But you don't see me seizing each time "Wannabe" comes on the radio, at least not in public and its just a little froth at the mouth which I promptly clean up. I pondered for a while as to how or why people even start raving. I guess every hoe wants another chance to dress like a slut when its not Halloween and I guess every guy needs his chance to dress in spandex and act out his homosexual tendencies. Which is something I wish they would do more often! Gay guys are so much more fun. Anyways. I can't even imagine a gaggle of sweaty unintelligible zombies touching me because they think my arm feels like cashmere (which it does, because I moisturize) heads-a-bobbin' in unison to flashing lights and music that does not cease. I mean they honestly turn into infants. How else do you describe people who can't talk, suck on pacifiers, are so easily entertained by the dumbest things and are dressed in outfits that say 3-6 months on the tag? Rave? Thanks, but no thanks. I'll drink six Venti Chai Tea Mistos and listen to Britney, its the same shit.
