homegrown and down home...
Oh yeah. Because I like being really offensive and stuff. I'm still broke. I have a Pay Pal account.
Much, much, love to everyone who has helped my pathetic ass out so far. Thank you so, so, much.
I guess this is what would be less than or equal to a hiatus page in LJ land.
Feel free to unfriend me, because I have no idea when or if I'm coming back. /Drama Queen (What does that translate to? "I want you all to beg me not to go and boost my ego in that special way that only people on the internet can?" Ha.)
Anyway, I'm around and shit. I just don't feel like it right now.
Also, if you or someone you know is interested in buying a domain off of me blackinblack.net is up for sale. I had forgotten I owned it until they took the money to renew off my credit card. Ha. But, I don't need it anymore, and if you're an AC/DC fan or you just want a domain really cheap, or you know someone who does, drop me a mail. (The one on the page is my spam box, and if you mail me there, I won't get it because I hardly check that one.) It's on my LJ info page.
Because it bears repeating to more than a few dumb ass net chickens. A lot of you need to simply shut the fuck up. Because who the fuck are a lot of you to be telling me or anyone one else what the fuck to write on their fucking pages? Concentrate on that fucking mess you call a page before you come out of your mouth to say anything to anyone. Because I swear to goodness, I know more than a few of you would not come out of your fucking mouths offline with that bullshit. So that in itself is comforting. Where do some of you get off trying to tell people what they shouldn't and shouldn't be feeling? Really. I think a lot of you having these people online tell you that you're hot shit and you're taking it to the fucking head, and hello, you're doing the EXACT SAME SHIT you're acusing people of. Think about it. You're no better than anyone on here. You're real fucking bad ass. Talking shit about people you don't know and don't have the balls to call out anyway. Ha. These fucking blog snobs kill me. But, I know you're sitting there, all nice and comfortable behind your screens, fucking pussies, shouldn't be taken with any kind of seriousness at all. Because the fact that you even have to come out of your mouths like that says a lot about you. And trust me. People are hardly laughing with your dumb asses. In short, worry about your own fucked up lives, and the fact that you're online crying about how people chose to live their lives, hey, it's a given that your life is REAL FUCKED UP, before you try and pass judgement on other people. And please don't tell me how I should feel and what I should write, because if you think you can do a better job than me expressing how you think I should feel on my own page (and pay attention here, because they key word here is "my", meaning a) not yours and b) if you don't fucking like it, press on and stop whining about everyone is below your lame ass and how they are bothering you (and yeah, you're real fucking special with that bullshit. who the fuck do you think you are?) talking about their life on their pages.) then by all means, I dare you to fucking try.
And I'd be more than happy to tell you if I'm fucking talking about you. If you ask. But you won't. Because you love drama. Losers.
And just to add on, how fucking old are some of you?
Now can I go on hiatus? Please?
Much, much, love to everyone who has helped my pathetic ass out so far. Thank you so, so, much.
I guess this is what would be less than or equal to a hiatus page in LJ land.
Feel free to unfriend me, because I have no idea when or if I'm coming back. /Drama Queen (What does that translate to? "I want you all to beg me not to go and boost my ego in that special way that only people on the internet can?" Ha.)
Anyway, I'm around and shit. I just don't feel like it right now.
Also, if you or someone you know is interested in buying a domain off of me blackinblack.net is up for sale. I had forgotten I owned it until they took the money to renew off my credit card. Ha. But, I don't need it anymore, and if you're an AC/DC fan or you just want a domain really cheap, or you know someone who does, drop me a mail. (The one on the page is my spam box, and if you mail me there, I won't get it because I hardly check that one.) It's on my LJ info page.
Because it bears repeating to more than a few dumb ass net chickens. A lot of you need to simply shut the fuck up. Because who the fuck are a lot of you to be telling me or anyone one else what the fuck to write on their fucking pages? Concentrate on that fucking mess you call a page before you come out of your mouth to say anything to anyone. Because I swear to goodness, I know more than a few of you would not come out of your fucking mouths offline with that bullshit. So that in itself is comforting. Where do some of you get off trying to tell people what they shouldn't and shouldn't be feeling? Really. I think a lot of you having these people online tell you that you're hot shit and you're taking it to the fucking head, and hello, you're doing the EXACT SAME SHIT you're acusing people of. Think about it. You're no better than anyone on here. You're real fucking bad ass. Talking shit about people you don't know and don't have the balls to call out anyway. Ha. These fucking blog snobs kill me. But, I know you're sitting there, all nice and comfortable behind your screens, fucking pussies, shouldn't be taken with any kind of seriousness at all. Because the fact that you even have to come out of your mouths like that says a lot about you. And trust me. People are hardly laughing with your dumb asses. In short, worry about your own fucked up lives, and the fact that you're online crying about how people chose to live their lives, hey, it's a given that your life is REAL FUCKED UP, before you try and pass judgement on other people. And please don't tell me how I should feel and what I should write, because if you think you can do a better job than me expressing how you think I should feel on my own page (and pay attention here, because they key word here is "my", meaning a) not yours and b) if you don't fucking like it, press on and stop whining about everyone is below your lame ass and how they are bothering you (and yeah, you're real fucking special with that bullshit. who the fuck do you think you are?) talking about their life on their pages.) then by all means, I dare you to fucking try.
And I'd be more than happy to tell you if I'm fucking talking about you. If you ask. But you won't. Because you love drama. Losers.
And just to add on, how fucking old are some of you?
Now can I go on hiatus? Please?