*11:04 PM Feb. 20, 2010
Hey folks,
Raise your and if you've been bashed on your formspring page for being "fucking annoying" or for being "a fucking loser?" Please don't actually raise your hand. No one can see you. But the point is, even if you thought you were nice to everyone and anyone, there is someone out there who hates your guts.
Well friends, I have some good news... if you look at it in a "glass half full" way. You all have the joy of having a stalker! *chirp*chirp* Hear me out people.
The way I look at it, you've got to be extremely popular to recieve so many "questions" on your page. The more postings, the higher your status. My friend had several pages of insults because she's a bad singer! It's obviously not true, hence the millions of jabs towards her. I mean, I think I only had one or two non-creative, semi-insulting comments said to me... doesn't really help my ego guys.
Anyways, I don't like to leave long posts to prevent boredom for the illiterates. So, in conclusion: Please do not let these bored idiots get to you. They obviously don't have any skills or talents that give them something to do besides raping your formsprings. I even suggest a little sympathy for them. Insulting us way cooler people is all they have.
Come on world, make me angry.
Love Me
Valentine's Day.... a time of love and suicidal thoughts
*12:27 AM Feb. 15, 2010
Dear fellow women, weirdos, and cat owners...
Valentine's Day has been over for exactly 27 minutes and I couldn't be happier. Don't get me wrong, I love laying in bed doing nothing in my empty apartment eating 17 baby back ribs while trying to not get BBQ sauce on the keys as I facebook stalk tasty treats (boys)... but on Valentine's Day, is when it feels a little pathetic.
I am a single lady (*breaks out into dance*). And before I saw the movie "P.S. I Love You," I was TOTES fine with that! But come on people, after seeing that true love between The Swankey and Sir Butler, how could you NOT want that? So I won't lie to you America, I spent the whoooooole day feeling sorry for my single self. I'll even admit that I sheded a tear or two.
But as I was licking BBQ sauce off my fingers to start in on my box of chocolates, I had an epiphany. It's like I snapped out of a trance when the clock struck midnight. I said to myself "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I was a little startled at the harshness of my own mind... anyways... "WHAT the hell is wrong with you?! You are a banging chick! And you know if you were in a relationship, you'd get bored in exactly two weeks when you noticed a 'gladiator-guy' walk by or a 'John-with-glasses.'" And I said to myself, "Self, you are absolutely right. Sometimes I forget how genius you are."
So as I start this new day watching "Heartbreakers" with my sisters drinking hurricanes, I plan on spending the rest of this year breaking hearts without breaking a sweat. I know I'm so cheeky sometimes. I invite you all to join me. Whether you are chubby, have braces, got a big nose, or acne... it's all about confidence. That goes for you too, fellas. Being a scaredy cat won't get you laid.
Until the next time I'm bored you sexy world =]
Love Me
...... "Me" as in Kylie... you know who I am right??
Dear fellow women, weirdos, and cat owners...
Valentine's Day has been over for exactly 27 minutes and I couldn't be happier. Don't get me wrong, I love laying in bed doing nothing in my empty apartment eating 17 baby back ribs while trying to not get BBQ sauce on the keys as I facebook stalk tasty treats (boys)... but on Valentine's Day, is when it feels a little pathetic.
I am a single lady (*breaks out into dance*). And before I saw the movie "P.S. I Love You," I was TOTES fine with that! But come on people, after seeing that true love between The Swankey and Sir Butler, how could you NOT want that? So I won't lie to you America, I spent the whoooooole day feeling sorry for my single self. I'll even admit that I sheded a tear or two.
But as I was licking BBQ sauce off my fingers to start in on my box of chocolates, I had an epiphany. It's like I snapped out of a trance when the clock struck midnight. I said to myself "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I was a little startled at the harshness of my own mind... anyways... "WHAT the hell is wrong with you?! You are a banging chick! And you know if you were in a relationship, you'd get bored in exactly two weeks when you noticed a 'gladiator-guy' walk by or a 'John-with-glasses.'" And I said to myself, "Self, you are absolutely right. Sometimes I forget how genius you are."
So as I start this new day watching "Heartbreakers" with my sisters drinking hurricanes, I plan on spending the rest of this year breaking hearts without breaking a sweat. I know I'm so cheeky sometimes. I invite you all to join me. Whether you are chubby, have braces, got a big nose, or acne... it's all about confidence. That goes for you too, fellas. Being a scaredy cat won't get you laid.
Until the next time I'm bored you sexy world =]
Love Me
...... "Me" as in Kylie... you know who I am right??
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