Bitch Killed My Buzz

We march on in the name of progress.

I upgraded my Firefox today - the upgrade, of course, being that it doesn't work anymore, forcing me to write this very entry on what amounts to the high-school dropout of browsers, Internet Explorer. But I'm not here to talk about browsers, I'm here to talk about people and their attitudes. Namely, how much I hate both.

It's no secret that I'm not limping through this minefield called life sober. Personally, I think anyone who even tries is an idiot, but that it's their business and I'm certainly not going to force my lifestyle upon them. Likewise, I expect the same courtesy in return. That's why it came as such an immense shock today when someone who I could've sworn was my friend all but burned me at the stake because I admitted to her my drug use.

Yeah, you heard me. "Admitted" my drug use. Because, yeah, it was such an intensely guarded secret before. In order to illustrate more effectively how truly daft this is, wrap your mind around the following mental image: Bill and Hillary Clinton are sitting next to eachother on a park bench, enjoying the cool September air. "Hillary," says our former President as he turns to his wife, "I hate to admit this to you, but there are times in our marriage where I have been sexually unfaithful to you."

"Oh my GOD!" Would say Hillary, her face sporting disgust and unadultered surprise. "Oh my GOD, how could you?! I never knew! It's over, Bill!"

What hurts the most is that this bile, this venomous hatred that She-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless spouted, came from the very same mouth of one who had just twenty four hours had a very fufilling discussion with me about the virtues of tolerance.

Setbacks aside, though, we march on in the name of progress. Sorry for the depressing post, I'll have a story or comic tomorrow to make up for it.