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Follow At Your Own Risk
Twitter is great, it's an awesome way to catch up on which of your fave bands are on tour, secret promos, little pictures and videos, et cetera... but without a doubt, the thing that twitter is the very BEST at, is reaching its frigid hand through your chest plate, grabbing your heart and ripping it through your body, chewing it up and spitting it out into irreparable bits of shit. There is nothing at all worse than following that band member, or that guy from that TV show that you adore and admire who turns out to be the biggest doucher on the planet Earth.
I don't want to name names in this rant, so I won't. We will refer to the person in question as "DoucheMaster12". Now, DoucheMaster12 was in this band that I adored, I mean, I friggin LOVED this band, and they broke up before I ever got to see them play. But then they got back together for a charity gig, and I got to see them! Yay! All the while, DoucheMaster12 has been working on various tours and with awesome bands as a guitar tech (Which makes my heart break a little, because he really is an amazing musician). I made the brutal mistake of findind out that one of my once-idols is on twitter, and clicked that little button to follow DoucheMaster12.
Bad choice.
Whine whine whine, bitch bitch, stomp, bitch, tantrum, boo-hoo my life is sooooo hard and everything sucks in my seriously blessed and awesome career touring the world with amazing musicians, whine, bitch, stomp.
Honestly? There was a time in my life, "DoucheMaster12", that I would have hitchiked across the country, hooked on a corner, and sold two-thirds of my friggin liver to meet you. You were awesome! Now? I wouldn't even give you a fucking courtesy nod if we passed each other by. I'm sorry if you've just become so seriously fucking bitter that the only god damn thing you can do is complain about your blessed life, surrounded by tweets from people who are actually grateful for their awesome lives, and you just come across as a massive fuckface.
Try some gratitude.
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I don't want to name names in this rant, so I won't. We will refer to the person in question as "DoucheMaster12". Now, DoucheMaster12 was in this band that I adored, I mean, I friggin LOVED this band, and they broke up before I ever got to see them play. But then they got back together for a charity gig, and I got to see them! Yay! All the while, DoucheMaster12 has been working on various tours and with awesome bands as a guitar tech (Which makes my heart break a little, because he really is an amazing musician). I made the brutal mistake of findind out that one of my once-idols is on twitter, and clicked that little button to follow DoucheMaster12.
Bad choice.
Whine whine whine, bitch bitch, stomp, bitch, tantrum, boo-hoo my life is sooooo hard and everything sucks in my seriously blessed and awesome career touring the world with amazing musicians, whine, bitch, stomp.
Honestly? There was a time in my life, "DoucheMaster12", that I would have hitchiked across the country, hooked on a corner, and sold two-thirds of my friggin liver to meet you. You were awesome! Now? I wouldn't even give you a fucking courtesy nod if we passed each other by. I'm sorry if you've just become so seriously fucking bitter that the only god damn thing you can do is complain about your blessed life, surrounded by tweets from people who are actually grateful for their awesome lives, and you just come across as a massive fuckface.
Try some gratitude.
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