Welcome. Welcome to my show of hate.
For no reason at all, I'm very angry tonight. Which I don't exactly appreciate, you know, random anger. It has no reason for existing. Suffice to say, I hate you all for absolutely no reason, and I hope if you have children, they're born without eyes.
I'm in a mood.
So I'm still without a job. And no, killing bums does not count as a job. I don't even get paid for that, and even if I did find a way to get paid for it, you know what would happen? Killing bums would become annoying. I couldn't stand for that. The day that I don't enjoy killing a homeless man is the day I stop caring about everything. I mean, it's a hobby. You just don't mix hobbies and careers.
Except for the writing career. I am not built for physical labor, nor do I have the patience to deal with the Brian/Douch-Bags of the world. Therefore, it's obvious that writing for a living is my last haven. The only question now is: "How can I get paid for my writing NOW?" Perhaps by gathering data and personal feelings about the mysterious Orlando Bum Killings?
Ah fuck. I can't even try to be non-sensical right now. I'm in one of those whiny, depressive, angry moods. I'm sure we all know at least one fucking person whom is this way on a twenty-four hour basis. It's annoying, isn't it? That's why I try to crawl into a corner of my room when I'm in these moods, and not annoy others with my fuck-you-and-woe-is-me outlook. Of course, now I have livejournal, so you can all join in my fucking hatred.
Eh, it'll be gone by morning, and back in two months.
But for now, fuck you. You tiny piece of worthless dog shit. You're probably not even able to read this, you inbred hillbilly illiterate fucked-up cocksucking little cracker redneck, you. Suck my dick you whiny fucking crybaby. You poseur wanna-be fuck. You fat, ugly sack of pure shit. If you're male then take your tiny dick and fuck your slut of a mom. Suck her fat tits while you create retarded spawn to continue your legacy of idiocy. If you're female then jump on your diseased father's crooked cock, get barefoot and pregnant as you watch reality television and spiral into an even uglier life than you already have, because you deserve it you fucking whore. I can't wait until you're all fucking dead. I don't care how you die, but I suspect it'll be because you'll all fuck your own kin until your offspring isn't able to breathe using the inbred genetics that you'll pass onto it. So keep getting fatter, get down on all fours and let your dogs fuck you, you pieces of shit, until you finally kill yourselves.
I haven't been this angry in over a year... I wonder what the special occasion is.
I'll probably delete this in the morning, but I feel better now.
I'm in a mood.
So I'm still without a job. And no, killing bums does not count as a job. I don't even get paid for that, and even if I did find a way to get paid for it, you know what would happen? Killing bums would become annoying. I couldn't stand for that. The day that I don't enjoy killing a homeless man is the day I stop caring about everything. I mean, it's a hobby. You just don't mix hobbies and careers.
Except for the writing career. I am not built for physical labor, nor do I have the patience to deal with the Brian/Douch-Bags of the world. Therefore, it's obvious that writing for a living is my last haven. The only question now is: "How can I get paid for my writing NOW?" Perhaps by gathering data and personal feelings about the mysterious Orlando Bum Killings?
Ah fuck. I can't even try to be non-sensical right now. I'm in one of those whiny, depressive, angry moods. I'm sure we all know at least one fucking person whom is this way on a twenty-four hour basis. It's annoying, isn't it? That's why I try to crawl into a corner of my room when I'm in these moods, and not annoy others with my fuck-you-and-woe-is-me outlook. Of course, now I have livejournal, so you can all join in my fucking hatred.
Eh, it'll be gone by morning, and back in two months.
But for now, fuck you. You tiny piece of worthless dog shit. You're probably not even able to read this, you inbred hillbilly illiterate fucked-up cocksucking little cracker redneck, you. Suck my dick you whiny fucking crybaby. You poseur wanna-be fuck. You fat, ugly sack of pure shit. If you're male then take your tiny dick and fuck your slut of a mom. Suck her fat tits while you create retarded spawn to continue your legacy of idiocy. If you're female then jump on your diseased father's crooked cock, get barefoot and pregnant as you watch reality television and spiral into an even uglier life than you already have, because you deserve it you fucking whore. I can't wait until you're all fucking dead. I don't care how you die, but I suspect it'll be because you'll all fuck your own kin until your offspring isn't able to breathe using the inbred genetics that you'll pass onto it. So keep getting fatter, get down on all fours and let your dogs fuck you, you pieces of shit, until you finally kill yourselves.
I haven't been this angry in over a year... I wonder what the special occasion is.
I'll probably delete this in the morning, but I feel better now.