Jag.
Ah. Capitalism at it's finest.
My sister just spent $108.50 on random stuff from Kawaii Gifts, including FIVE tote bags. She does not need that many purses. Argh.
I watched the Golden Girls this morning and I almost cried.
NO ONE IS CALLING ME BACK kay thanks die.
WTF is up with all these people on MySpace? When did this become so cool and hip? I have a MySpace account, but there's nothing on it- the only reason I made one is because they require an account to use their search options and I think it's funny looking up people I went to high school with and finding out that all the cheerleaders are pregnant and addicted to heroin. It makes me feel warm inside.
MySpace is like, web whoring for retards. For those in the population not smart enough to teach themselves HTML [and for the uber, CSS and PHP] and design a website with which they can strip in front of their grainy $17.99 webcam from RadioShack and make money to support their drug habit, now there's MySpace. Point, click, upload, and that wierd guy who lives in a hut out on Rural Route 9 will buy you all the Manolo Blahniks in the world just because he can see part of your saggy, stretched-out from four kids before you were 20 breastage. UGH.
I'm not bitter. I'm just busy. :)
Seriously, though, it really is irritating. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU FAT CHICKS WITHOUT YOUR CLOTHES ON. In fact, I don't want to see ANY of you retards without your clothes on. Sadly, all MySpace accounts require at least one picture of the user in their underwear, or dressed up like Marilyn Manson, or holding a butcher knife up to a CareBear's throat, or made-up like one of the members of ICP, or "pimpin wit' muh friendz dawg", or looking slightly to the left like you're crosseyed, or in front of the mirror in their trailer home ["I can't afford a mortgage but I spent $1000 on a digital camera at Best Buy because I RULE!!11omg!!"], or [when they're fat and old] in a plaid shirt on their back porch like Farmer Brown.
Sadly, out of all that, just think- this is the future of the world. To quote Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes:
"I'm yet another resource-consuming kid in an overpopulated planet, raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynically alienated peers to take over the world when you're old and weak! Am I scary, or what?"
:(:(:(:(:(:(
My sister just spent $108.50 on random stuff from Kawaii Gifts, including FIVE tote bags. She does not need that many purses. Argh.
I watched the Golden Girls this morning and I almost cried.
NO ONE IS CALLING ME BACK kay thanks die.
WTF is up with all these people on MySpace? When did this become so cool and hip? I have a MySpace account, but there's nothing on it- the only reason I made one is because they require an account to use their search options and I think it's funny looking up people I went to high school with and finding out that all the cheerleaders are pregnant and addicted to heroin. It makes me feel warm inside.
MySpace is like, web whoring for retards. For those in the population not smart enough to teach themselves HTML [and for the uber, CSS and PHP] and design a website with which they can strip in front of their grainy $17.99 webcam from RadioShack and make money to support their drug habit, now there's MySpace. Point, click, upload, and that wierd guy who lives in a hut out on Rural Route 9 will buy you all the Manolo Blahniks in the world just because he can see part of your saggy, stretched-out from four kids before you were 20 breastage. UGH.
I'm not bitter. I'm just busy. :)
Seriously, though, it really is irritating. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU FAT CHICKS WITHOUT YOUR CLOTHES ON. In fact, I don't want to see ANY of you retards without your clothes on. Sadly, all MySpace accounts require at least one picture of the user in their underwear, or dressed up like Marilyn Manson, or holding a butcher knife up to a CareBear's throat, or made-up like one of the members of ICP, or "pimpin wit' muh friendz dawg", or looking slightly to the left like you're crosseyed, or in front of the mirror in their trailer home ["I can't afford a mortgage but I spent $1000 on a digital camera at Best Buy because I RULE!!11omg!!"], or [when they're fat and old] in a plaid shirt on their back porch like Farmer Brown.
Sadly, out of all that, just think- this is the future of the world. To quote Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes:
"I'm yet another resource-consuming kid in an overpopulated planet, raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynically alienated peers to take over the world when you're old and weak! Am I scary, or what?"
:(:(:(:(:(:(