Couldn't sleep so I decided to rant instead.

Celebrities don’t exist to you and me. Case in point the much-hyped FHM and Maxim 100 hottest women in the world lists. Now I like looking at beautiful scantily clad women as much as the next heterosexual guy but there is a fundamental problem with these lists and their generation.

I don’t live in the celebrities’ world. And neither do 99% percent of the rest of you. So yeah, Halle Berry is beautiful but there is an infinitely small chance of me meeting her, let alone dating and or even touching the women. So these 100 hottest women in the world lists? To George Clooney maybe, dude has his pick. To me? No.

My 100 hottest women would be random women I see during the days or months or years of my life. Girls I’ve dated would be on the list, along with Gillian Anderson of X-Files fame since I saw her in a record store once. No Halle Berry or Jessica Alba or Cameron Diaz or Britney Spears or any of the other women on those lists. They exist in a world separate from my own that I’m probably never going to inhabit.

My world is my work, the commute, the mall, and cute girls I see working the grocery store by my apartment. Girls I could actually see with my own eyes on a regular basis, women I could actually approach.

Celebrities exist in a whole other world that is separate from our own. They exist because we need them as something to watch, we love watching, and laugh at or cry with. We need celebrities as a lifestyle to dream about, to strive towards. Rich, famous, beautiful, an American dream. They are artists, most, pursuing the work and entertaining us, but outside of the television or radio or movie screen they don’t exist. We don’t know them nor do we ever get to meet them, majority wise at least.
  ¶ 12:24 AM

  Spent time reading this tonight. Mr. Bitter is a good writer and is very good at fueling his anger in a positve diredtion, writing.

Anyway, it's been awhile since I've posted but my life is boring so nothing much happens. Going to see Scarface tomorrow and I will try to post on sunday what I thought, it will be the first time for me to see it on the big screen, let alone in widescreen.

Why do ex-girlfriends try to keep ex-boyfriends around as friends? (Small disclaimer, talking about my ex) Do women need to constantly need to improve their self-esteem by surrounding themselves with men who at one time desired them, and who said women think still pine for them????

Fuck that shit. I'm tired of my ex showing up when she wants to lord over me with how she is happy, skinnier, and has some new man.

Personally I liked her with a little bit of meat on her bones. Being able to see a women's hip bones is not pleasurable. Ick.

Case in point, Cameron Diaz. Watch The Mask and tell me Cameron Diaz looks better now. She does not. She had curves for days back then on her first film. Side note, I hate Charlie's Angels. Don't like Lucy Liu either.

But enough of that. Maybe tomorrow I shall to post my rant on why celebrities don't really exist. Need to do some work on that before it's ready to post.

Sleep now. Work comes too early in the morning.  ¶ 10:39 PM

  this is the first post on my blog. I'm returning to the internet after six months of absence. It feels good to be back and have something to read again.

I was damn tired of getting my news from the TV about what was going on in the world.

I am going to try and post often with my outlooks on life, hopefully funny, if not than whoever is reading needs to get a better sense of humor.

  ¶ 5:11 PM