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|Sunday, June 1st, 2008|
I wouldn't do you with a full-body condom and a rented vagina. Current Mood: predatory
|Saturday, August 26th, 2006|
Insulting my intelligence requires you to have some.
|Monday, November 28th, 2005|
So Jessica, you're telling me you're cutting yourself over your ex-boyfriend of over a year because he hasn't called you since you cussed him out months ago? Damn, it must suck to be so fucked up and still not be able to understand that you haven't taken any steps to remedy your bullshit...
|Saturday, October 1st, 2005|
Wow Holly, your monologue was amazing! Somehow, you managed to make the famous, "To Be Or Not To Be" soliloquy from Hamlet extravagantly sexual and disturbing, without even knowing all the words!
|Tuesday, June 28th, 2005|
go on. be an asshole.
|Sunday, January 30th, 2005|
LJ snarky bitch
If you didnt like it, move on. I cant help that your imagination is as flat as your chest. Life goes on, and I sure dont give a fuck as to your opinion anyway.
The DDD Goddess fliping you the bird Current Mood: pissed off
|Friday, January 14th, 2005|
|Thursday, December 30th, 2004|
Dear Passive-Aggressive Misogynist:
Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I am not waiting in your parking lot with a lead pipe at the ready? The misery you have caused your co-irkers makes a shit sandwich palatable, an abuse victim's childhood look rosy and the disaster in Indonesia appear to be nothing more than a light spring breeze suitable for the kite we all wish you'd go fly.
What amazes me more than anything, you puckered useless asshole, is that you think no one notices you blithely trample the potential of anyone who doesn't kiss your ass, burning them out until they are next to useless.
One day, you won't be so lucky, and your brains will be in little gray mushy pieces pierced with the shattered bones of your skull. If I didn't look so horrid in orange, it would have happened already.
Have a nice day.
|Friday, December 10th, 2004|
You ungrateful, self-centered wretch.
You are the poster child for the Typical Disgusting American. You think chain restaurants are the bee's knees, slavering over the construction of the next Bennigan's. You cannot exist without the television, and it must always be on at a volume heard even through sleep so you don't miss anything. You fill the entire house with the chemical aromas of Axe Body Spray in many noxious flavors and are incapable of switching on the bathroom vent. Everything you eat is fried, deep-fried or covered in gravy, and every dish, pot, and pan you use fills the sink in a week-long congealing soup of stench. You are so overweight that you give yourself stress fractures by just walking. You whine about said fractures until someone pities you enough to feel sorry for you. You've spent yourself into bankruptcy, with an oversized, overpowered and overaccessorized pickup truck, a motorcycle that you never ride and leave out in the weather, and a computer full of nothing but spam, porn and dating website popups. When you bring your sugar mama over to the house, you can be heard over the always-on television and through two closed doors, and refuse to keep your 'activities' down to a dull roar regardless of the fact that there is an 11-year-old in the next room. You forget promises almost before they're made and lie like a pedigreed purebred on the finest Persian rug, and the habit has become so ingrained that you don't even notice that you're doing it any more. You tell your roommate that you don't have enough to cover rent and utilities, and promptly bring home enough camping equipment to outfit a regiment. You honestly believe that declaring bankruptcy will not affect any of these things and will make everything all better. No, they won't take your truck, motorcycle, computer or anything else you still haven't paid off, nor will they look at and dip into your work IRA.
But this takes the cake.
You bitch that your contested bankruptcy is taking too long to resolve, because your attorney is in the hospital with prostate cancer
Yeah, cut it out with that cancer bullshit, and get moving on my inability to handle any aspect of life better than a four-year-old. Wah. Current Mood: bitchy
|Friday, October 22nd, 2004|
CHUBBY COX IS BEST
Anyone who says otherwise sucks. Chubby cox forever!
|Wednesday, October 20th, 2004|
|Friday, October 8th, 2004|
I have two friends of the opposite sex who are so opressed and they're so fucking scared to admit their feelings for each other. I'm just on the verge of screaming at their faces and telling them to just FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!!!!! That's what they really need mahn. But what's the best meanest way that I can use to tell them my message? I need dire help here bitches! Thanks! :D
|Wednesday, September 8th, 2004|
Dear people on the other end of the phone:
Please, just fuck off and die, would you? I don't care what you want, I don't care who you want to talk to, I don't care who you are, I just want the godscursed phone to stop ringing for FIVE MINUTES IN A ROW.
|Thursday, August 12th, 2004|
to the people in my life- a letter of love-
just shut the fuck up, the lot of you- thinking you're so goddamn important and so goddamn smart- you ain't that pretty, you ain't that smart, you ain't that fashionable and there are a million others like you in the world, so get over yourself and get on with it.
p.s. i would totally win a fight between myself and everyone of you so keep yer mouth shut, bitches. Current Mood: annoyed
|Friday, July 23rd, 2004|
To the woman in the bank,
who insisted on standing right off my left shoulder, clattering her keys, and rustling her papers:
I don't know what it's like in your country but here in this country some of us have a little idiosyncrasy called "personal space". It the thing that makes us feel threatened when a stranger gets too close to us.
I would suggest that you remember this little idiosyncrasy the next time you need to queue up somewhere because there's a very good chance indeed that if you don't, you'll find a fist in your face instead of a quietly murmured apology for moving so slowly and taking up so much of YOUR precious time and space. Current Mood: aggravated
|Thursday, July 22nd, 2004|
New bitch in town:
My dear girl: He's " your lover" because you're
in love with him.
Not the other way around. Current Mood: angry
|Tuesday, March 9th, 2004|
"Can anyone give me a recipe for curry without any exotic ingredients?"
No. Can you please die? Current Mood: wtf?
|Tuesday, December 9th, 2003|
I know your kind.
I've met them before, you see. Boys who throw Lestat into casual conversation, who say they are frightened to play with me because of the terrible
things I make them want to do to me. (Really. They say this.)
And it's true that two of them nearly killed me. But - and this is the important bit - mostly by accident.
Oh, I like you, and I'd love to believe you're as evil as you say, but I'm afraid I think you'll find it's the ones who don't say how evil they are who are actually the ones you'd like to be like. With your parading around telling me about your affinity for sinister yet compelling dark dark hypnotic blah dark blah sinister blah cruel blah dark blah enchanting blah Lestat, I can't quite take you seriously, somehow.
And - Lestat
, for god's sake. You mentioned Lestat
. It's like Godwin's law for goths.
I'm quite happy to play with you, though, dear. If only to give you an education.
x Current Mood: amused
|Monday, November 24th, 2003|
Remembered quote, source unremembered:
"The problem with those Southern Baptists is that they don't hold them underwater long enough."
|Wednesday, September 17th, 2003|
Fuck off, old man. You had no right to yell at me for five minutes. It's not like I ran over your dog. I did NOTHING to you, so why the fuck were you screaming at me?
It's people like you who encourage racism in others. Why don't you go back to where you came from, so we can convince the government to let in some refugees instead? I'd even rather have Al Qaeda members actively trying to bring down the state in my street than an old fucker like you. Current Mood: bitchy