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Ever have one of these days?
Fuck you.
What the fuck is wrong with this goddamn town? I am beginning to hate everyone again. This happens so often...Why you might ask?
Because everywhere I go...the whole club is filled to the brim with a bunch of fucking close minded stereotypes.
The "pissed off girlfriend"...Who thinks everytime I smile in any direction, i'm smiling at their fucked up looking low rent boyfriend and begins to dog me. I usually end the night with about 20 of those at each club. everytime.
The "fat ugly drunk guy" who thinks i'm just "stunning" and talks to me from across the room. Everytime I glance in his direction he puffs up like a pigeon and starts to head over...right as I look away with disgust. Half the time, they come over anyway and say something like..."Hey beautiful...where'd you get your ink?..let me show you mine..it's a tribal arm band with a tiger jumping over a flaming dick". bastards.
The "mod kids"...which are the worst. Only because they see their fashion sense as the best..and condemn anyone who may be different...meaning..minus "emo" glasses, striped shirts, highwaters, and converse. I'm sorry guys, but get over it. It looks like high school...in the fucking chess room. please.
The "pseudo rockabilly type"...who only takes shots, and assumes anyone with a cocktail isn't "hard". Pomps up their hair with gel, and borrowed one of their grandpa's old smoking shirts.
The "scruffy, arrogant, nowhere band type"..who thinks theyre garage rock band who covers Pixie's songs is the next big thing, and is therefore too good to talk to anyone. Stands at the bar, scoffs at the music, and tries to talk politics, or music history with every person who makes the mistake of recognizing them. ALways goes home alone.
The "back stabber". The people I actually make an effort to be polite and cordial to...who pretend to be nice and respectful...then turn around and say something incredibly fucked up about me. Obviously forgetting that I don't have a problem beating your fucking face in, and the next time I see you...you'd better damn well expect me to fucking maul you. I may look like a ditz, but i'm not going to play the fucking high school game. Grow the fuck up. If you're big enough to talk shit, you're big enough to have it handed back to you. So, get yourself prepared.
I don't know...I'm just so incredibly tired of people trying to make me feel bad for who I am. I'm loud. I'm sexually driven. I like attention. I think getting ridiculously dressed up is fun and exciting. I drink. I smoke. I do whatever the fuck I want. I get into fights if the mood is right. I don't care who your boyfriend is... What band youre in... Who you know... or have slept with... What you're wearing... What car you drove up in... And unless you know me, don't fucking run your mouth. Whoever you think I am is probably world's off from the real me, so who's place is it to form a judgement? Yes, I have large breasts. Yes, I keep myself in shape. Yes, I wear clothes that are flashy and maybe too big city for this one horse town...but that's who I fucking am. I didn't ask for your approval. I don't need your high school antics confirming or denying who I am. Maybe you need to take a step back and ask yourself this question...
who do you think YOU are?
i'm fucking out. This trip could not have come at a better time. May god protect me. because I may not come back.
"already two of my amigo's died. my dignity and my pride. let them lay where they fell. get the hell out of dodge. I won't hang around this old cowtown you don't need me anymore. I don't need nothing I can't find behind some swinging door...Aint gonna wait until the law gets here...taking names and kicking you no where.."
Ever have one of these days?
Fuck you.
What the fuck is wrong with this goddamn town? I am beginning to hate everyone again. This happens so often...Why you might ask?
Because everywhere I go...the whole club is filled to the brim with a bunch of fucking close minded stereotypes.
The "pissed off girlfriend"...Who thinks everytime I smile in any direction, i'm smiling at their fucked up looking low rent boyfriend and begins to dog me. I usually end the night with about 20 of those at each club. everytime.
The "fat ugly drunk guy" who thinks i'm just "stunning" and talks to me from across the room. Everytime I glance in his direction he puffs up like a pigeon and starts to head over...right as I look away with disgust. Half the time, they come over anyway and say something like..."Hey beautiful...where'd you get your ink?..let me show you mine..it's a tribal arm band with a tiger jumping over a flaming dick". bastards.
The "mod kids"...which are the worst. Only because they see their fashion sense as the best..and condemn anyone who may be different...meaning..minus "emo" glasses, striped shirts, highwaters, and converse. I'm sorry guys, but get over it. It looks like high school...in the fucking chess room. please.
The "pseudo rockabilly type"...who only takes shots, and assumes anyone with a cocktail isn't "hard". Pomps up their hair with gel, and borrowed one of their grandpa's old smoking shirts.
The "scruffy, arrogant, nowhere band type"..who thinks theyre garage rock band who covers Pixie's songs is the next big thing, and is therefore too good to talk to anyone. Stands at the bar, scoffs at the music, and tries to talk politics, or music history with every person who makes the mistake of recognizing them. ALways goes home alone.
The "back stabber". The people I actually make an effort to be polite and cordial to...who pretend to be nice and respectful...then turn around and say something incredibly fucked up about me. Obviously forgetting that I don't have a problem beating your fucking face in, and the next time I see you...you'd better damn well expect me to fucking maul you. I may look like a ditz, but i'm not going to play the fucking high school game. Grow the fuck up. If you're big enough to talk shit, you're big enough to have it handed back to you. So, get yourself prepared.
I don't know...I'm just so incredibly tired of people trying to make me feel bad for who I am. I'm loud. I'm sexually driven. I like attention. I think getting ridiculously dressed up is fun and exciting. I drink. I smoke. I do whatever the fuck I want. I get into fights if the mood is right. I don't care who your boyfriend is... What band youre in... Who you know... or have slept with... What you're wearing... What car you drove up in... And unless you know me, don't fucking run your mouth. Whoever you think I am is probably world's off from the real me, so who's place is it to form a judgement? Yes, I have large breasts. Yes, I keep myself in shape. Yes, I wear clothes that are flashy and maybe too big city for this one horse town...but that's who I fucking am. I didn't ask for your approval. I don't need your high school antics confirming or denying who I am. Maybe you need to take a step back and ask yourself this question...
who do you think YOU are?
i'm fucking out. This trip could not have come at a better time. May god protect me. because I may not come back.
"already two of my amigo's died. my dignity and my pride. let them lay where they fell. get the hell out of dodge. I won't hang around this old cowtown you don't need me anymore. I don't need nothing I can't find behind some swinging door...Aint gonna wait until the law gets here...taking names and kicking you no where.."