2003-10-26 - 5:52 p.m.
i met one of those girls today..
you know.. the ones that say, "...that's like... yeah like... oh like..." eating lunch at some place, along the counter..
i fucking hate bitches like that..
but u know what i reallllly hate... people that look down at those bitches.. those fucking goofy starbucks sipping motherfuckers that snub their nose at so-called 'ditzy' girls, thinking their fucking menopause mustaches and thick ankled opinions actually have some significance outside of their caffeine constructed refrigerator poetry tete-a-tetes with their 15 degrees off center baseball cap lives..
but you know what i REALLLLLLLLLLLY hate even more than that... those people that WRITE about those pretentious fucking artistic philosophically jerking off literary pornstars .. those writers nursing the Chuck Phalanuk-sized holes of emptiness that readers develop thru the constant consumption of paper plots sauteed in italian hand motion sentence structure, that need to filled with pithy, insightful, prodigous, epic, carthartic, 60 Minutes reporting style, prose-shaped spoonfuls of a contemporary antidote to the mundane recycled assembly-line diary crap filling the millions of pages of angsty teen scribbling parrots attempting to communicate the frustration of getting a C in math instead of a B+ and having a father who just "doesn't understand them"..
but i bet u want to know what i REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY REALLYYY REALLLY HATE.. DON'T YOU?...
I HATE THOSE COCKSUCKING FAGGOT MOTHERFUCKER PEOPLE THAT READ THE INSIGHTFUL, POETIC JR. PULITZER LITERARY CRAP FROM THE PSEUDO-INTELLECTUAL GENIUSES WHO WRITE ABOUT THE BOURGEOISIE GOOD-TASTE VIGILANTES TRYING ENDLESSLY TO EXPOSE THE PETTY CONCERNS AND DAILY FAUX PAS'S OF THOSE POOR LITTLE PRISTINE GIGGLING GIRLS THAT JUST WANT FIND A BOYFRIEND WHO CARES ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS AND REMEMBERS TO PICK THEM UP FROM THE MALL AT 7 THIS TIME, NOT AT 8.
