im im dieing of boredom people!
im bored as a mofo...really really really bored...im going to shoot myself if i don't get happy pretty soon, but there seems to be nothing to be happy about =D..heehee school starts on monday...i see mark..wooo for jessica!...hmmmmmm anywayz...i started the "Crown Of Swords" Book 7 of the Wheel of Time...this os like the 6th time i re-read the friggn series...which i find quite amusing if i don't say so myself. my darling mentor nina at DM Com side, is a icon for those of you who get rejected at those stupid rating communities...hahaha yes yes kids she is. sooo yeah that was random...hey where's my music?...lmfao...lookie what i found!!!
You into selling sex?
Your heart stops. Your lungs suck in the pretentious swank air. The music pops pop culture into your mind. You look around at the delight. You pick up a pair of denim blues that would barely cover your crotch if you wore them. You slobber over the cute pink shirt or the hot polo tee that would show off your chest something fierce. You growl over their underwear at prices that would make your mother want to slap you all the way back into her uterus. It's safe to assume you know where you’re at.
Abercrombie and Fitch. Where all the ultra cool gather.
The Sexy Magazines:
I recently looked in an Abercrombie magazine a girl on my floor masturbates to at night. I was disgusted with the rank amateurish photos a dog could have taken, while impetuosuly turning around in circles trying to lick his own ass. I don’t think I’ve seen that many penises collected together in my life. Hello? Moe Sizlac called, he wants his gay back. Abercrombie isn’t borderline porno, it is porno. Give Jenna Jameison and Ron Jeremy a call. They’ll let you know. Abercrombie tries to sell an image. We’re models and we’re hot and we’re everything you want to be. Look at my boobs and buy my ridiculously priced body. You can look like me if you wear the clothes I’m not wearing. Aren’t they supposed to be selling clothing here? Then why are they naked?
The Elite Stores:
I walked into an Abercrombie store once, just like I saw Gigli once. Thirty five heads turned my way as if to say “Detroit is forty miles in the other direction bro.” I picked up a pair of dirty jeans that were supposedly washed that way. When I buy my clothes I like to buy them new, I can dirty them up myself. The “damaged goods” section housed items with holes and stains in them. I could find better clothes at Kmart., seriously. Obviously Abercrombie is the lesser of stores like Target, but they jack up the prices and put naked men on their magazines to say “Yeah, we’re not like Target.” I picked up a pair of underwear then set right back down for the price tag burned a sight onto my eyes. Maybe Kmart should change their name to something teen hip, like the bomb. Sell clothes and jack up the prices, then they can get out of the debt Martha Stewart put them in. Oh and then they would be ultra cool, you know, like Abercrombie.
Dear Abercrombie creator:
You think you sell clothes. You don’t. You sell an image. And you don’t care. Fuck you. I will never spend ten dollars on one pair of underwear. I will never wear clothes previously worn. I will not conform to the ideals you are projecting. "My last name is Abercrombie, I wonder how much I could make if I put a bunch of naked people on a cover and pass it off as a clothing store." I don’t know about you, but I’ll continue shopping at the stores where I can also buy my tires. Fo sho. I know you won’t respond to this because you are afraid. And as I never mailed it, but you’re still afraid. I’d call you a pussycat, but... that’s been done. And I would try to see it from your point of view, but I couldn’t possibly stick my head that far up my ass.
Signed,
Some stupid idiot named me
uh huh...yeah...so after reading that...where's my music?!dammit brb...oki back...the music shall be started shortly...o look it's radiohead! yay for jessica! yesh...imma go now...merry christams to all...and to all a good night...for now =D
P.L.U.R.
*one love*
Jessi
You into selling sex?
Your heart stops. Your lungs suck in the pretentious swank air. The music pops pop culture into your mind. You look around at the delight. You pick up a pair of denim blues that would barely cover your crotch if you wore them. You slobber over the cute pink shirt or the hot polo tee that would show off your chest something fierce. You growl over their underwear at prices that would make your mother want to slap you all the way back into her uterus. It's safe to assume you know where you’re at.
Abercrombie and Fitch. Where all the ultra cool gather.
The Sexy Magazines:
I recently looked in an Abercrombie magazine a girl on my floor masturbates to at night. I was disgusted with the rank amateurish photos a dog could have taken, while impetuosuly turning around in circles trying to lick his own ass. I don’t think I’ve seen that many penises collected together in my life. Hello? Moe Sizlac called, he wants his gay back. Abercrombie isn’t borderline porno, it is porno. Give Jenna Jameison and Ron Jeremy a call. They’ll let you know. Abercrombie tries to sell an image. We’re models and we’re hot and we’re everything you want to be. Look at my boobs and buy my ridiculously priced body. You can look like me if you wear the clothes I’m not wearing. Aren’t they supposed to be selling clothing here? Then why are they naked?
The Elite Stores:
I walked into an Abercrombie store once, just like I saw Gigli once. Thirty five heads turned my way as if to say “Detroit is forty miles in the other direction bro.” I picked up a pair of dirty jeans that were supposedly washed that way. When I buy my clothes I like to buy them new, I can dirty them up myself. The “damaged goods” section housed items with holes and stains in them. I could find better clothes at Kmart., seriously. Obviously Abercrombie is the lesser of stores like Target, but they jack up the prices and put naked men on their magazines to say “Yeah, we’re not like Target.” I picked up a pair of underwear then set right back down for the price tag burned a sight onto my eyes. Maybe Kmart should change their name to something teen hip, like the bomb. Sell clothes and jack up the prices, then they can get out of the debt Martha Stewart put them in. Oh and then they would be ultra cool, you know, like Abercrombie.
Dear Abercrombie creator:
You think you sell clothes. You don’t. You sell an image. And you don’t care. Fuck you. I will never spend ten dollars on one pair of underwear. I will never wear clothes previously worn. I will not conform to the ideals you are projecting. "My last name is Abercrombie, I wonder how much I could make if I put a bunch of naked people on a cover and pass it off as a clothing store." I don’t know about you, but I’ll continue shopping at the stores where I can also buy my tires. Fo sho. I know you won’t respond to this because you are afraid. And as I never mailed it, but you’re still afraid. I’d call you a pussycat, but... that’s been done. And I would try to see it from your point of view, but I couldn’t possibly stick my head that far up my ass.
Signed,
Some stupid idiot named me
uh huh...yeah...so after reading that...where's my music?!dammit brb...oki back...the music shall be started shortly...o look it's radiohead! yay for jessica! yesh...imma go now...merry christams to all...and to all a good night...for now =D
P.L.U.R.
*one love*
Jessi