There. I said it.

Am I the only one who isn't sad about those college kids in North Carolina? And am I the only person who hates it when people are always like: "He/She had such a zest for life," or "She was the sweetest person you would ever meet"?

So assholes never die? I know if I were to roll over and die right now, somebody should be thinking: "What a bitch. Glad she's done and over with." I would appreciate that sort of honesty.

Let's be real: they were those people you know: sorority girls and frat guys. One was homecoming queen. They were rich and privileged. Not that that makes them bad people per se, but you know...I am sure some dorky kid from their high school who they treated like shit is secretly smiling somewhere in a dark corner.

(Wow. That was so bitchy of me.)