there are some days when im just tired and cranky, and i want my mommy, but im all grown up so i have a cookie instead. and then there are days when things just clock like two homeless people named robert eat little kids faces off and then blame it on the bad childhood they had. why? because they fucking can. and although that might make the best fucking short story ever, im too fucking whiny and bitching to care about it. im pissed at fucking bill. bill is an evil person with no self respect and a face that might be made out of sillyputty and slammed again the wolds ugliest dag. fuck bill and his self loathing mentality. im getting married you lousy son of a bitch whether you like it or not, and not only are you just jealos llackey of some other fucker, but i hope you choke on the center of a tootsie pop.
im sick of people being mean to me online… if you dont like it, they complain on the net. fuck it all, im tired, bitchy, and for thel ove of god, there will always be areason for me to pick on the deathly obese. what are they going to do about it? use their graberk eeper to tweak my nose or something? HA! il tell you what im fucking tired of, its the constant never ending stream of complaints of theo nline community thinking they can tell otehrs what to do because theyve got the fucking courage to do so behind a ocmputer screen.
well fuck them, and fuck the stupid blow up dolls they were born from. why? cause plastic needs loving as well, and theres not much else i can say from this point onward that will be the ned of me except “live from newyork, its saterday fucking night.”