Random Outburt – Mr. One-Upper.

I have these on twitter all the time. Why not bring it to my blog? I would normally give the disclaimer that I wasn’t talking about anyone in particular –  but fuck it – I AM. I am talking about one of the most annoying men I have ever met in my entire 23 years on this earth. I will call him “Mr. One-Upper“, and yes ladies and gentlemen, he has managed to weasel his way back into my call log. Damnit.

Mr. One-Upper – I volunteer locally.  He did a month long relief effort.  My dog got hit by a car. His pack of dogs got hit by a plane. I had a cheeseburger for lunch. He had a double cheeseburger with fries. I wrote a poem. He wrote a best selling novel. I like R &B.  He is personal friends with Usher. I went to Disney Land. He built Disney land. And so forth. It is great that he has traveled the world, had incredible experiences, and seems well connected. Unfortunately in Mr. One Upper’s eyes, my accomplishments will obviously never be quite as good as his, my dreams not as big and my life not as important.

Fuck him.  (Sorry for the language)