She's bad mommy. I had a good mommy, she's a bad mommy.
OH MY GOD! YOU DON'T COMMENT TO EVERY SINGLE POST I MAKE! WTFWTF I HATE YOU! EVERYONE HATES ME! WHY AREN'T YOU COMMENTING (FUCKERS)? WHYYYYYYY??!?!
I am so sick of insecure sycophants attempting to suck the e-lifeblood out of the Blogosphere with their constant whining for praise, validation, or the desire to be fellated with generally useless feedback. Online strangers don't "care" about you if they don't constantly massage the rich semen out of your greenlight-seeking mental cocks, apparently. How weak minded can a person be? I already made it very clear that I only comment when I'm very, very bored - that's doesn't mean "OMFG CRUELBITCH DOESN'T READ FUCK FUCK FUCK". Although, I'm pretty positive that a blogging site is a sensible reason to suck on a pistol.
For the record, I am so sick of
THIS
FUCKING
LOOK
I love how every moron with faux Bettie Page bangs (not featured) can thread elongated technicolor turds into their hair and call it "personal style". There is no personal style anymore - everybody is a xerox of every tired subculture perpetuated into a variation of uniforms.
Ersatz gay makeup artists on myspace who list America's Next Top Model as a favorite show and pose as "sarcastically cutting" queens all proclaim "Don't judge me! I am not a stereotype!"
Goths with spider-webbed nylons and dollar store dyed "jet ebony" hair and makeup like they just got punched in the face by Count Chocula - "Don't judge me! I am not a stereotype!"
Pierced vegetarian Wiccan on suicidegirls.com - "Don't judge me! I am not a stereotype!"
Why does everyone think they're special, exempt from the pigeonholing the rest of us deal with? Such cumbersome egos hidden underneath their avatars of blood dripping out of a photoshopped blue eye drooling with mascara.
In other news, my laptop has let out it's final gasp and quietly died. However, once it's replaced (god bless stripper money), I'll update with some oh-so-artistic pictures from the other night with my new photographer buddy. Yeah, I'm bored. Wanna fight about it?
I am so sick of insecure sycophants attempting to suck the e-lifeblood out of the Blogosphere with their constant whining for praise, validation, or the desire to be fellated with generally useless feedback. Online strangers don't "care" about you if they don't constantly massage the rich semen out of your greenlight-seeking mental cocks, apparently. How weak minded can a person be? I already made it very clear that I only comment when I'm very, very bored - that's doesn't mean "OMFG CRUELBITCH DOESN'T READ FUCK FUCK FUCK". Although, I'm pretty positive that a blogging site is a sensible reason to suck on a pistol.
For the record, I am so sick of
THIS
FUCKING
LOOK
I love how every moron with faux Bettie Page bangs (not featured) can thread elongated technicolor turds into their hair and call it "personal style". There is no personal style anymore - everybody is a xerox of every tired subculture perpetuated into a variation of uniforms.
Ersatz gay makeup artists on myspace who list America's Next Top Model as a favorite show and pose as "sarcastically cutting" queens all proclaim "Don't judge me! I am not a stereotype!"
Goths with spider-webbed nylons and dollar store dyed "jet ebony" hair and makeup like they just got punched in the face by Count Chocula - "Don't judge me! I am not a stereotype!"
Pierced vegetarian Wiccan on suicidegirls.com - "Don't judge me! I am not a stereotype!"
Why does everyone think they're special, exempt from the pigeonholing the rest of us deal with? Such cumbersome egos hidden underneath their avatars of blood dripping out of a photoshopped blue eye drooling with mascara.
In other news, my laptop has let out it's final gasp and quietly died. However, once it's replaced (god bless stripper money), I'll update with some oh-so-artistic pictures from the other night with my new photographer buddy. Yeah, I'm bored. Wanna fight about it?