Vincent Kartheiser, brave lone social media holdout.
I’m sorry, but fuck thoroughly off, Mister Smuggy Smugson who has enough money to hire an assistant to use his phone and computer for him. Gee, I wonder how you’ve been able to insulate yourself from something like that.
CHECK YO RICH-DUDE-ON-A-TV-SHOW PRIVILEGE, BUDDY.
I loathe humblebraggy celebrity Luddites. (I loathe ALL humblebraggy Luddites, but rich ones are the most insufferable.)
And there are few things worse than some child telling me that their lack of participation in cultural literacy makes them more grown up than I am.
In conclusion, FUCK OFF FASTER.
I’d have bloody knucks all the time.
I get it, your face is falling off & you like brains. Woo.
Just started using it. Not sure how I feel about this.
My 2nd round invite came through just as they were deciding it was “over capacity” (although I’m pretty sure people who got theirs minutes before me got in), but what really amazes me about this whole beta invite thing is that AFTER 29 YEARS OF USING THE INTERNET [not a typo] somebody/something (in this case, G+) can still make me feel like I’m not nerdy enough.
Why do I even still live in a city where I don’t have the maximum amount of boyfriends… let alone ANY boyfriends?!?
Y’all better have a seat, because I am OWNING that shit.
I could do without all these guys telling me how much some other guys will appreciate me one day.
And anyway, fuck a day. And fuck those guys.