if you are reading this, chances are, you suck.
-"have you ever tried so hard to do the right thing to please someone else? have you ever cried yourself to sleep because you know that no matter what you do, youre just never gonna reach that "perfect" mark? have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, the other person would just be better off without you?"
no, you bratty little bitch. seriously. stop. kids are always bitching.
"oh, shit, my dad took away my laptop for four days. i am going to hang myself with my studded belt."
and what is this "cry yourself to sleep" bullshit? no one is listening to that. saying you 'cried yourself to sleep' is like typing, "please skip this line due to the fact that every third emo kid has said this in the past hour."
get over it. you. are. fucking. sixteen.
the least you could do is admit you are retarded. observe..
my name is brett barley and i am a sixteen-year-old bitch with no life who is always on the rag despite my amazingly huge penis.
no one wants to read your pointless bitching any more than they do mine. i can't even get on the internet without being littered with advertisements for pity. and porn. except i don't really mind the second one.
get off your xanga and find someone with a "Dr." in their name.
- if you live in the jacksonville, florida area, and have a xanga, please fill out the following form.
{ i, (name here), am a cry-baby emo bitch that likes to go to school and pretend not to care, hoping to improve my image instead of my GPA. who needs a future when you have Dickies and Vans?
i realize i will never score if i continue to say "lol" every fucking four seconds.
i also realize hunting does not make me cool, and being a redneck is like waving a flag that says, "i put it in my dad's butt last night."
but enough about things i realize. after all, i don't realize much of anything.
oh, and the word "fag" is the greatest. ever. and if someone is called one, they are definitely homosexual. no doubt about it.
punk "rawk" includes Something Corporate and Simple Plan.
Yellowcard wasn't even good until Ocean Avenue. that is their only album, right? ...what? Midget Tossing? Underdog? Where We Stand? One For The Kids? i mean.. of course. i like their old stuff better.
warped tour is the greatest tour ever. sure, every band gets only a thirty minute set, and the tour was at it's peak five years ago, but i truly love the music scene it brings. you know, giving the small bands a fifteen minute chance before they set up for the next one. you know, no outside food or water. you know, five dollar drinks, and six dollar food. be sure to drop by the vans booth and donate your paycheck. they absolutely deserve it. but, of course, that doesn't matter. it's all about the music. only on the big stages, though. no point in walking three miles for a band that actually needs and enjoys support.
Christianity is cool in public "skool", and un-cool in a Christian "skool". that is not at all weird or attention-driven.
smoking pot and drinking vodka is the shit.
that's right, pot and vodka. we should totally be able to vote.
speaking of politics, Michael Moore is an amazing independent artist. Bush is definitely the one that makes up ridiculous statistics and obvious propaganda, not the overweight, life-less man who hasn't scored in thirty years.
Moore is definitely not picking on someone only doing their job. there is no way he is in it for the money. no way he's running a big fucking conspiracy career, while pointing a finger at someone with actual balls. ha! " a propagandist film-maker ".. more like " hero. "
i love getting political before i shave my pubes for the first time.
Truly yours, (insert douchebag name ending with "z", or "x" here)}
- holy shit, i rule. a fake memo? now that is dedication to a bit.
on a non-asshole note, palm katie was fantastic. thank you for allowing me to come visit and kidnap you. roller coasters aren't near as fun without worrying about you dying.
can't tell me you've seen a hotter grrrrl.
if. the. sun. doesn't. rise. we'll. replace. it. with. an. h-bomb. explosion.
no, you bratty little bitch. seriously. stop. kids are always bitching.
"oh, shit, my dad took away my laptop for four days. i am going to hang myself with my studded belt."
and what is this "cry yourself to sleep" bullshit? no one is listening to that. saying you 'cried yourself to sleep' is like typing, "please skip this line due to the fact that every third emo kid has said this in the past hour."
get over it. you. are. fucking. sixteen.
the least you could do is admit you are retarded. observe..
my name is brett barley and i am a sixteen-year-old bitch with no life who is always on the rag despite my amazingly huge penis.
no one wants to read your pointless bitching any more than they do mine. i can't even get on the internet without being littered with advertisements for pity. and porn. except i don't really mind the second one.
get off your xanga and find someone with a "Dr." in their name.
- if you live in the jacksonville, florida area, and have a xanga, please fill out the following form.
{ i, (name here), am a cry-baby emo bitch that likes to go to school and pretend not to care, hoping to improve my image instead of my GPA. who needs a future when you have Dickies and Vans?
i realize i will never score if i continue to say "lol" every fucking four seconds.
i also realize hunting does not make me cool, and being a redneck is like waving a flag that says, "i put it in my dad's butt last night."
but enough about things i realize. after all, i don't realize much of anything.
oh, and the word "fag" is the greatest. ever. and if someone is called one, they are definitely homosexual. no doubt about it.
punk "rawk" includes Something Corporate and Simple Plan.
Yellowcard wasn't even good until Ocean Avenue. that is their only album, right? ...what? Midget Tossing? Underdog? Where We Stand? One For The Kids? i mean.. of course. i like their old stuff better.
warped tour is the greatest tour ever. sure, every band gets only a thirty minute set, and the tour was at it's peak five years ago, but i truly love the music scene it brings. you know, giving the small bands a fifteen minute chance before they set up for the next one. you know, no outside food or water. you know, five dollar drinks, and six dollar food. be sure to drop by the vans booth and donate your paycheck. they absolutely deserve it. but, of course, that doesn't matter. it's all about the music. only on the big stages, though. no point in walking three miles for a band that actually needs and enjoys support.
Christianity is cool in public "skool", and un-cool in a Christian "skool". that is not at all weird or attention-driven.
smoking pot and drinking vodka is the shit.
that's right, pot and vodka. we should totally be able to vote.
speaking of politics, Michael Moore is an amazing independent artist. Bush is definitely the one that makes up ridiculous statistics and obvious propaganda, not the overweight, life-less man who hasn't scored in thirty years.
Moore is definitely not picking on someone only doing their job. there is no way he is in it for the money. no way he's running a big fucking conspiracy career, while pointing a finger at someone with actual balls. ha! " a propagandist film-maker ".. more like " hero. "
i love getting political before i shave my pubes for the first time.
Truly yours, (insert douchebag name ending with "z", or "x" here)}
- holy shit, i rule. a fake memo? now that is dedication to a bit.
on a non-asshole note, palm katie was fantastic. thank you for allowing me to come visit and kidnap you. roller coasters aren't near as fun without worrying about you dying.
can't tell me you've seen a hotter grrrrl.
if. the. sun. doesn't. rise. we'll. replace. it. with. an. h-bomb. explosion.