The Topic: How come...

How come everyone always wants to know what I'm going to be doing over the weekend? Why is everyone so focused on me and what I'm doing?

Yeah, this is exactly what I'm talking about. Everyone wants to direct my life. Well, I'm sick of it, I tell you. I am just so damn sick of it. You all sit in your big expensive office chairs in your big luxury offices, in front of your big ass computer monitors trying to tell me what to do. Well excuse the hell out of me. What do I get of this. What exactly do I get...? Why does everyone get to tell me what to do? Can anyone even tell me that...?

Oh, so now I'm the bad guy in all this? Now I'm the one that has to apologize for my outburst? And you come out looking so cool and above it all. Hmmmm. Thanks for the link Mr. Evil. But, I'm thinking this just might be a trap. I'm thinking maybe you do really care and come Monday will get on my case for wasting a weekend. Well no thank you. I'll wait for further instructions. But, I won't download porn all weekend. You're not going to catch me with that ploy, buster. And please don't leave me hanging now because you're already in this too deep. You know it, I know it, and the American people know it. So, what should I do this weekend...?