i can't be arsed; do it yourself

Empty the fucking bin, will ya?

I do not understand this robot talk. So, I'll leave brief explanation: this friend of mine is obsessing over the fact that I no longer want my curly hair (when my hair starts to grow out, it becomes very wavy. see Robert Plant hair) because she openly admitted to fantasies involving me, my old curly hair, a leather biker jacket and combat boots. I find this all to be very disturbing.

i'm really sick of hanging out with you. i'm coo' with all of our other friends, but ... with you, i need space. it's you you you all the time when we're just trying to have fun 'n' shit. but i feel like i'm fucking stuck with you, due to the longevity of our stupid friendship and all the shit we do through your way of "buying friends." you'll take it the wrong way if i say we should 'take a break' or whatever.

also, yr the one driving away all the newer friends. if you didn't incessantly try to flirt with disinterested people, or insult everyone around you for your own gain, or fail to impress them through blowing your dog-bite trust fund... they wouldn't have such an aversion to chillin' with us. dayum. mystery solved.

/teenage whining

I Wanted Teh Red Ones

you drain me. every time i see you or speak to you a part of me dies. i have come to loathe your opinions and stopped asking for them long long ago. you have shit taste, at least you should realize it doesnt corralate at all with what im talking about. best of all, your a pompous asshole about them and seem to think that they are wonderful. you have the personality of a used piece of duct tape and continue to ignore the polite and non-polite signals i give.

YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE WORST VIDEO STORE CLERK I HAVE EVER MET!

sometimes...just sometimes...really sometimes...or...sometimes...almost sometimes...i...

THIS.

you must spread some rep blam blam blah.

Haha...

Someone: This is so much fun!

Me (saying): yes

Me (thinking): UGH!!! This is the worst thing, ever!

^^ lol

(tonight at a party)

SHUT UP, OBNOXIOUS TWAT. You don't know shit.

Die in a fire, you annoying cunt.

To George Clinton....do fries really go with that shake?

If you call me one more time, I will personally come to your house punch you in the face.

you're waaaaaay too polite, people.

you are all so antisocial yet seem to feel unable to express it.

(this is.. to the thread.. not to someone I apparently can't say things to irl)

same my last post.

really, if you someone's irritating you because he/she's talking out of his/her ass, either walk away or tell them they are talking out of their ass.

why put up with stupid people?

i would say shit, but i'm not into the repercussions. like, pissing off my best friends.

or, y'know, gettin' clocked.
by obnoxious twats at parties.