Deal with it.
Yeah, the subject of this entry is bossy and in-your-face. Get over it.
You may say to yourself, "but I was never not over it. It never began. I really don't care that you posted a picture sideways, or posted lyrics, or made your entry title some pseudo-macho shimsham." Well you forget that I'm a self-centered, pompous twat who's so insecure that I need to defend whatever trivial bullshit I do in this journal with something like "DEAL WITH IT". If you don't like it, tough shit. (Note how I don't give a fuck.)
Some people need to "get over" themselves and realize that nobody cares about you, your journal, or what you have to say. Live with it.
You may say to yourself, "but I was never not over it. It never began. I really don't care that you posted a picture sideways, or posted lyrics, or made your entry title some pseudo-macho shimsham." Well you forget that I'm a self-centered, pompous twat who's so insecure that I need to defend whatever trivial bullshit I do in this journal with something like "DEAL WITH IT". If you don't like it, tough shit. (Note how I don't give a fuck.)
Some people need to "get over" themselves and realize that nobody cares about you, your journal, or what you have to say. Live with it.