Broken Heart I Want it Back, Broken Heart I Got it Back
Hey, I have new glasses! Unfortunately they look kind of gay, and even worse, somewhat emo. But I guess being able to see again is pretty cool and they were a lot cheaper than LensCrafters' $300 glasses. Yeah Wal-Mart!
Last night I managed to wake up my sisters a little after midnight by screaming at my printer and the stupid bitch in my computer who kept telling me in her prissy little voice that "You are out of paper" and "The paper is jammed." I could fucking see that by the error message on the screen. I seriously came within an inch of going office space on my printer. I still may do it since as far as I can tell its only use right now is as a place to store printer paper. So I guess I need to shell out more money for a printer. I hadn't freaked out like that in a while. It felt good.
Maybe I was so pissed off because of the awesome punk rock I had been listening to. By some strange coincidence I listened to the two dumbest (yet awesome) songs in punk rock in one hour. First I listened to the Casualties' "Punk Rock Love." Sample Lyrics: "Broken heart, I want it back, broken heart I got it back." And those probably aren't the dumbest lyrics in the song. I then switched to Lars and the Bastards. "You broke my heart, I dug your ditch, now I'm gonna coming after you, you dirty bitch. I'm gonna murder you." After hearing those two songs in an hour you can just stop listening to music forever because that's enough intellectual stimulation to last a lifetime. Lars and the Bastards have to be the most gangsta street punk band ever.
Other than that yesterday was pretty good I guess. I hate my religion teacher, but what else is new?
Hey, look at that faggot with the emo glasses!
Last night I managed to wake up my sisters a little after midnight by screaming at my printer and the stupid bitch in my computer who kept telling me in her prissy little voice that "You are out of paper" and "The paper is jammed." I could fucking see that by the error message on the screen. I seriously came within an inch of going office space on my printer. I still may do it since as far as I can tell its only use right now is as a place to store printer paper. So I guess I need to shell out more money for a printer. I hadn't freaked out like that in a while. It felt good.
Maybe I was so pissed off because of the awesome punk rock I had been listening to. By some strange coincidence I listened to the two dumbest (yet awesome) songs in punk rock in one hour. First I listened to the Casualties' "Punk Rock Love." Sample Lyrics: "Broken heart, I want it back, broken heart I got it back." And those probably aren't the dumbest lyrics in the song. I then switched to Lars and the Bastards. "You broke my heart, I dug your ditch, now I'm gonna coming after you, you dirty bitch. I'm gonna murder you." After hearing those two songs in an hour you can just stop listening to music forever because that's enough intellectual stimulation to last a lifetime. Lars and the Bastards have to be the most gangsta street punk band ever.
Other than that yesterday was pretty good I guess. I hate my religion teacher, but what else is new?
Hey, look at that faggot with the emo glasses!