Halfway Lit

Well I'm halfway lit on a combination of Molson and Bud Light Platinum. Piss beer, I know.
I'm starting to wonder if this blog will count as a March or February blog, because I started writing this near midnight on the 28th of February but by the time I post it the blog will be in March.

On to non ramblings - I have nothing to say. Not even one word.

In my alcohol ridden state, I wanted to post a little bit about some things that really irk me. I don't want to name "names", but I want to vent it. You know, the way you would see it.

I must say that I like the new facebook layout. It allows me to not see the feeds of people I don't want to see but still be their friends. (Why I do this I don't know)

This is the case that I want to write about. I have a friend on facebook who is kind of doing well for herself. I don't know her real well, but I knew her through her ex husband. She writes how to's for women who don't have half a brain. The problem that I have is that she ran into a gold mine. Her success is wholly pivoted off of the success of her boyfriend. Her business, her whole way of life wouldn't be legit if it wasn't for him. This is also defined as a modern day gold digger.


I don't have a problem with her be successful or using her nice bodily assets to become successful. The problem I have is that people do work hard for a living. People bust their asses to become something, and often times along the way they fail. Often they fail really hard and they have to pick up the pieces and try to make something of that. Not everyone, including 3/4 of her audience, has the ability to find someone as successful as her boyfriend. So while she is "living proof" that a single mom can do things, what she fails to realize is that not every woman out there living with two kids on her own will find this awesome man who has shit tons of money. What most women will find is a normal guy who works for a living and really doesn't have the money to go on exotic vacations.

I don't know, that's just me. I have worked hard for everything I have. I don't pin any of my successes on the likes of anyone else. If I fail, I fail on my own. If I succeed, then I succeed on my own. No bullshit about riding on the back of someone else.

Does it matter? No. But Bud Light Platinum and it's 6% alcohol volume have me thinking about things that make no sense at all.

FYI - it's 12:02 am and this is now a March blog. At what point was I in February? I don't know, but again BL-P.

That is all. Time for a documentary and more beer.