Change your face around again.
Okay. So here's an entry I posted a LONG ass time ago. It's at least 30 entries back to those of you who are on my friends list, since everything I post now is friends only.
-Another sunrise is lost in the glow of the headlights, but today is the same as every other; no one stops to watch the days pass them by. We've all become the direction we're going... instead if the direction we are, and it's starting to look like the roads all meet at the same place. What happened to the days when the clouds painted the sky unpredictable shades of pink and purple at sunset? How come you dont look at your reflection in the lake and remember every stone you skipped on its surface? And still... you cant count the riplles they leave because every one will carry on forever and disturb every drop of water... no matter how hard you try to make it go away; the memory will always be there. You're just another ripple in my lake.-
So... I just get home from buying cd's and get online and I have an email with this comment posted on this entry:
"You're a walking cliche. Please, leave "creative writing" to your beloved Bright Eyes"
Now... mind you, it's posted ANONYMOUSLY... so obviously the person doesnt have enough balls to say who the eff they are. So in reply... i said:
Uhm. K thanks fag. I didnt write that. Obviously it took you some looking to find an entry in which you could dis me on... on my OWN journal... that happened to be at least 30 entries old. Why dont you say that about some of the stuff that's more recent.. that I actually wrote. And actually.... I take that back. Keep your petty comments to yourself. You can be quietly jealous because your lame ass cant inspire an ounce of emotion in anyone. And thanks... I dont listen to Brighty Eyes anymore. Apparently you did though... since you know it sounds like him. Fuck off. Suck a dick. I dont care. Just dont say shit to me when you dont fuckin know me.
Oh... and also... if I'm such a "walking cliche"... I wouldnt have publishing companies bowing at my feet to publish my work.
Thanks again.
Now shut the fuck up.
Yea. What the eff? I'm gonna make this post public too... so who ever posted the comment can read it and feel free to talk shit now.
Have a nice day.
Did I mention I'm kind of in the mood to stab someone? Good. You know now.
-Another sunrise is lost in the glow of the headlights, but today is the same as every other; no one stops to watch the days pass them by. We've all become the direction we're going... instead if the direction we are, and it's starting to look like the roads all meet at the same place. What happened to the days when the clouds painted the sky unpredictable shades of pink and purple at sunset? How come you dont look at your reflection in the lake and remember every stone you skipped on its surface? And still... you cant count the riplles they leave because every one will carry on forever and disturb every drop of water... no matter how hard you try to make it go away; the memory will always be there. You're just another ripple in my lake.-
So... I just get home from buying cd's and get online and I have an email with this comment posted on this entry:
"You're a walking cliche. Please, leave "creative writing" to your beloved Bright Eyes"
Now... mind you, it's posted ANONYMOUSLY... so obviously the person doesnt have enough balls to say who the eff they are. So in reply... i said:
Uhm. K thanks fag. I didnt write that. Obviously it took you some looking to find an entry in which you could dis me on... on my OWN journal... that happened to be at least 30 entries old. Why dont you say that about some of the stuff that's more recent.. that I actually wrote. And actually.... I take that back. Keep your petty comments to yourself. You can be quietly jealous because your lame ass cant inspire an ounce of emotion in anyone. And thanks... I dont listen to Brighty Eyes anymore. Apparently you did though... since you know it sounds like him. Fuck off. Suck a dick. I dont care. Just dont say shit to me when you dont fuckin know me.
Oh... and also... if I'm such a "walking cliche"... I wouldnt have publishing companies bowing at my feet to publish my work.
Thanks again.
Now shut the fuck up.
Yea. What the eff? I'm gonna make this post public too... so who ever posted the comment can read it and feel free to talk shit now.
Have a nice day.
Did I mention I'm kind of in the mood to stab someone? Good. You know now.