the things that irritate me...

it's the acknowledgement I crave, the importance of it really doesn't matter - you know like being important on daytime television -

I am far too vain and superficial to care about the basis and reasoning behind the adoration - I'm just here for the unadulterated-before-the-peanutbutter-knife kind of 'fluff' you buy in a jar

(did I miss sycophants? how did I manage that?)