Aug 02, 2005 16:10
Got a new laptop last week. It's pretty sweet. I got a wireless internet card as well on it so I can talk to you all or update while shitting. Ozzfest Thursday, I'm pumped to see Maiden and Sabbath as well as others. Move out next weekend, excited about that too. Everything seems to finally be falling into place, or so it seems? Anyways, I'm happy,a little tired - but happy nonetheless. Me and Brad started jamming again, and are coming up with another cool jam diggity. Hopefully once I go back to school, I can find some other people interested in playing the same shit we wanna play. Now time for me to rant.
I've been wondering lately since I work at the mall and see the dazzling array of dickwads: what's up with all of these "hardcore" douchebags getting into old hardcore bands like Blood for Blood, Agnostic Front, Strife, and Minor Threat lately? Gimme a fucking break, you morons act like you discovered these bands yourself when punk and REAL hardcore kids were listening to them while you were listening to 89x. The scene is stagnant and I love it - I hope all of you douchebags burn in hell while listening to Throwdown as Satan pounds your ass from behind because you view music as a novelty, and access to being popular. Get a life, faggots. Music isn't about how tight you can get your jeans around your nuts, or how much your nipples poke out of your little sisters t-shirts. Eventually, you'll all grow up and see my point - at least the majority of you will. As for the rest of you pieces of shits, may God have mercy on your wretched, pathetic, conforming soul for being a clone all of your life. To all of you "scene" bitches, your black/blonde dyed hair do not make you look any different from the wench right next to you. E! Fashion Alert is calling they want their gaudy, obnoxious jewelry and piercings back. Also, it would be appreciated if you stop taking photo-highlights of your day such as the ride to the gas station with your mom, or friend -making annoying faces at the mall as you sit in the foodcourt for hours upon end until your mother comes and picks you in her soccer-mom van. You all are idiots, and I can't wait to leave. Goodbye, farewell, and hope you die. -Mgt.