but meanie kali can't leave heathie-poo alone if he posts on her journal.
you're in my life now buddy. insult me some more. really. it proves your lack of intelligence. this is my journal. if i want to post about my venomous hatred toward my friend's dopey ex-boyfriend, i will. you can say what you want about it, but it's going to ellicit a response from me.
but what i really want to say in all this is:
dude, you're a lunatic. a total space case. get some help. my mom is crazy too, i can get the number for some doctors in your area if that would be beneficial to you. (beneficial is a qualifying agent used to describe the good that can come of a particular noun, in this case, 'help'.
and don't doubt me. ever. i only wish you were standing right here so i could spit in your face (quite literally). anyone who knows me could tell you. i would do it. anyway, you don't know me, so i suppose it's fair enough that heathie-weathie-pooey-gooey might assume i was more like him than i actually am. i'm not like you heath. i'm infinitely better than you. i will make a difference. you will do nothing. so sad.
and erin was right about the caps, man. it just highlights your pervading need of frequent mental enemas.
xoxo kali (willing to be held responsible for all nasty statements)
kali's happy hint of the day: taking a casual walk around the block assists in the acceleration of fat burning processes.
i cant understand why you think your so fucking bad ass.
do you actually think i give a shit about what you think of me?
and yes this is your lj, but the only thing stopping you from talking shit on mine is the fact that i blocked your stupid ass. i can keep this up as long as you can hunny pie.. Heathie
p.s. Heath's hint of the day, spoiled ass girls are the lowest form of life, so if you got a problem with that,get your daddy to pull out his mastercard and fly right over here so you can spit in my face. bye bye for now :)
Re: blah blah blahgreensunshineMay 16 2006, 01:33:44 UTC
oh, shit, you blocked me?
i hadn't noticed.
but anyway, yeah. maybe i should ring up my dad. i've been having the urge to see that pit of decay you call your home state. oh, i lament being so privelaged. it's really terrible being able to dig my ass out of that grave before it made me (like some) fat and ugly and lazy and weak and pathetic and codependant and totally obsessed with the guitar (because it's the only thing that can't get itself away from my greasy paws.) buuuuuuut. yeah. you're right. i should give up everything that was given to me. it would be stupid to use it to my advantage.
maybe i should use daddy's mastercard for purchasing deep fried mars bars...oh wait...i think nathan already touched on this topic.
i believe the definition of 'talking shit' is something along the lines of 'saying things that aren't true in order to instigate a confrontation'. correct me if i'm wrong, but so far i've been pretty truthful.
i'm not trying to hurt you heathie-poo, i'm only trying to illuminate your faults so you are more equipped to correct them. self-improvement!!! i know its a little beyond what you're used to, but i guess that's what one would come to expect from someone as base as yourself.
and you know what sweetie-coochie? i don't think i'm bad ass. i just know i'm better than you. so i feel qualified to speak on the topic.
xoxo kali
ps: i thought lazy fat ass potheads with no ambitions in life were the lowest form of life...i must be wrong on that one too...
but meanie kali can't leave heathie-poo alone if he posts on her journal.
you're in my life now buddy. insult me some more. really. it proves your lack of intelligence. this is my journal. if i want to post about my venomous hatred toward my friend's dopey ex-boyfriend, i will. you can say what you want about it, but it's going to ellicit a response from me.
but what i really want to say in all this is:
dude, you're a lunatic. a total space case. get some help. my mom is crazy too, i can get the number for some doctors in your area if that would be beneficial to you. (beneficial is a qualifying agent used to describe the good that can come of a particular noun, in this case, 'help'.
and don't doubt me. ever. i only wish you were standing right here so i could spit in your face (quite literally). anyone who knows me could tell you. i would do it. anyway, you don't know me, so i suppose it's fair enough that heathie-weathie-pooey-gooey might assume i was more like him than i actually am. i'm not like you heath. i'm infinitely better than you. i will make a difference. you will do nothing. so sad.
and erin was right about the caps, man. it just highlights your pervading need of frequent mental enemas.
xoxo kali (willing to be held responsible for all nasty statements)
kali's happy hint of the day: taking a casual walk around the block assists in the acceleration of fat burning processes.
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i cant understand why you think your so fucking bad ass.
do you actually think i give a shit about what you think of me?
and yes this is your lj, but the only thing stopping you from talking shit on mine is the fact that i blocked your stupid ass.
i can keep this up as long as you can hunny pie..
Heathie
p.s. Heath's hint of the day, spoiled ass girls are the lowest form of life, so if you got a problem with that,get your daddy to pull out his mastercard and fly right over here so you can spit in my face.
bye bye for now :)
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i hadn't noticed.
but anyway, yeah. maybe i should ring up my dad. i've been having the urge to see that pit of decay you call your home state. oh, i lament being so privelaged. it's really terrible being able to dig my ass out of that grave before it made me (like some) fat and ugly and lazy and weak and pathetic and codependant and totally obsessed with the guitar (because it's the only thing that can't get itself away from my greasy paws.) buuuuuuut. yeah. you're right. i should give up everything that was given to me. it would be stupid to use it to my advantage.
maybe i should use daddy's mastercard for purchasing deep fried mars bars...oh wait...i think nathan already touched on this topic.
i believe the definition of 'talking shit' is something along the lines of 'saying things that aren't true in order to instigate a confrontation'. correct me if i'm wrong, but so far i've been pretty truthful.
i'm not trying to hurt you heathie-poo, i'm only trying to illuminate your faults so you are more equipped to correct them. self-improvement!!! i know its a little beyond what you're used to, but i guess that's what one would come to expect from someone as base as yourself.
and you know what sweetie-coochie? i don't think i'm bad ass. i just know i'm better than you. so i feel qualified to speak on the topic.
xoxo kali
ps: i thought lazy fat ass potheads with no ambitions in life were the lowest form of life...i must be wrong on that one too...
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