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I think they should just call VH1 “Ashley’s ex network” I fucking hate them a lot. They don’t have to quite show Good Charlotte enough. Oh no. Not like they aren’t a fucking plague taking over the world. Not like they don’t suck. Not like I have to see him being all retarded knowing that 14-year-old girls allover the world want to have his babies. Not like it wasn’t me when I was 14. I fucking hate him. Hes a good drummer there was no need to see his soul to Satan and join theeeee shittiest of all shitty punk bands. And coming from me that is really fucking sad. And you know he always used to tell me I listened to crap. Ya fuck off ska loving Good Charlotte fuck puppet. Like it doesn’t quite get bad enough I have been think about Jamie a lot and missing him and hating him all at the same time. Mostly just missing him and feeling kinda bad that the hurricane possibly obliterated his trailer. Trailer. Oh god how I slum. So he had told me how he went to school and Skated with Fred fucking Durst. We both agreed hes an ass with a small dick and he needs to never touch my ass again. So I had blocked them knowing eachother out of my mind ( when it should have been a sign from the beginning) and Im watching Whore VH1. I see this sign with “Gastonia” written on it. My heart stops and I was like well I can look at the pictures to see what I never missed out on. So they start rolling all this high school and skate footage. Ya guess whose face is all fucking over. That would be the same one that has haunted my life for the past fucking year. HATE!. But as per usual with this Vh1 torment I am the one that cant quite look away. Ever. And then it shows them doing random dumb boy stuff that I know so well from them and I smile which makes it hurt more. So Im driving home and they play some GC song about suicide and I remember Chris and I talking about when Weston killed himself and him being so sweet and I obviously have anger management problems so I get pissed. And This huge rock flies right into my windshield and cracks the shit out of it. I think that’s Karma or maybe im turning into Carrie. Either way.
So Im telling myself I should just not date musicians. Then the chorus of the laughter fills my head as if I should dare utter that like it’s a possibility. I have said it before and it never worked out. I try but they fucking plague me. Cant I just meet a nice sick dirty boy that will brush my hair and let me get off on his bass cab? Or his bassists’ bass cab?
Almost my birthday come mother fuckers.
So Im telling myself I should just not date musicians. Then the chorus of the laughter fills my head as if I should dare utter that like it’s a possibility. I have said it before and it never worked out. I try but they fucking plague me. Cant I just meet a nice sick dirty boy that will brush my hair and let me get off on his bass cab? Or his bassists’ bass cab?
Almost my birthday come mother fuckers.