OK, so while you have all had the joy of reading Wino Post 101, you have yet to read a true, concise version of my “I hate the world” commentary. You see, with a stomach condition (diagnosis coming soon) you can’t always turn everything into a Wino Post as unfortunately you’re limited as to the amount of liquor you’re allowed to drink. And that’s when a Ruby Rant is born.

These will be short and sweet, and will be some complaint I have about the banality of existence, the ignorance of the masses, or people/places/or things that quite frankly piss me off. And there is a disclaimer to each and every rant: normally, I write with a slight bias. Rants are heavily emotion based and therefore can be extremely critical and one sided. That being said, they are 100% my opinion and I apologize if within the course of the rant I offend anyone. If this rant results in you thinking I don’t like you or that I think you AS A WHOLE are pathetic, cowardly or something else equally negative, don’t get it twisted: I only think you’re those things when it comes to the topic at hand. I’m sure the rest of you is wonderful or at least tolerable.

Now, on to the annoyance of the day: On today’s menu we have liars: Now, we all know I am a huge advocate of telling the truth, and being open and honest (hell, my too-honest-for-my-own-good nature has definitely gotten me into hot water with a friend or 10). So it’s no big surprise that lies piss me off. But you know what I can’t stand? Little, pointless, needless lies. I know, I know, everyone wants to bash me now because they like the little white lies that people tell them “Ouuu, girl, that hairstyle looks SO good on you! *side barf*””Baby, that guy isn’t any sexier that you are…I don’t go for that chiseled, sex god look anyway *drool*”.

But seriously, what the hell is the point in saying something that is very obviously not the truth when we all know “whatever is done in the darkness will soon come to light”? And seriously, do you really want to live your life based on some virtual reality that is only based vaguely on the nitty gritty real life that you actually have? (if so, maybe Classic Ruby ain’t for ya, cause my goal in life is to shatter imagination land shit like that…just saying).

Ok, seriously, every time I find out someone has lied to me, it makes me feel…dirty. Like, somebody has pour dirty dishwater that Al Green just finished brushing his teeth in all over me. You’re leaning over, hoping to God you can find some way of keeping any direct water off of your skin for the moment while you strategize ways in which you can pull your shirt off without the nastily dampened cloth or its drippings coming into contact with your face.

Seriously. That’s how I feel about being lied to, only worse.

And did I mention that I think liars are dirty, cowardly, pathetic people? Dude, if you have the nerve to do something, think something, or be about something in the evening, make sure in the morning time you can admit it. Like women who strip or prostitute at night to pay for their college education. Baby girl, if you’re brave enough to give head for cash then you better be brave enough to tell your friends that you do. And if you can’t, remember according to Classic Ruby you will always be a yellow-bellied loser. Because to me, only losers don’t respect themselves enough to be honest with themselves and others.

But fine, the way you choose to live your life with others is none of my business….doesn’t stop me from looking down on you and thinking you’re vaguely pathetic….but still, none of my business. After all, some people prefer fantasy land after all, and don’t want to live in reality (of course, I find you to be weak and pathetic if that is the kind of person you are, but ALSO if that is the kind of person you choose to be with). ANYWAY, but yes, you can choose your life however you want, but if you expect to at any point or any level intermingle your life with mine, PLEASE spare me the nonsense, and learn that honesty is the best policy. Because I really can’t take the lies. It’s just so damn immature and pathetic to me.

There’s so much more I can say about this, but I’m starting to feel the *curse like a sailor* mode coming out, so we’ll leave it at that!

Cheers