Thursday, January 03, 2008

PEST INFESTATION
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Let me tell you, I fucking loathe people who boast. About anything. About themselves especially. Hey, what's with that? I don't need to know how great a person, or how great your abilities are. I don't need you to sing your own praises in front of me. Don't ever include me in your audience list. I'll never be one. If you're good, YOU ARE GOOD. There's no need to even spill a word. What? Praising makes you immortal? Oh or what about praising makes people like you? Well, you may not know this but I DON'T. And ALOT of us don't. Even though we know that's your nature, but STOP IT ALREADY BITCH! That's enough! The daily routine is already a murder. I don't need those reinforcements. It's unnecessary. It's redundant. It's insane. It SUCKS. And look at the way you try to wriggle into people's good shoes. ERK, an eyesore so is. You make yourself look so SMALL. Pet or pest? You choose.
If you love this hobby of yours so much; FINE, do it at your own expense. Do what you love doing. But you'll only make us loathe you more. SO MUCH MORE. Sometimes I just wish you could stop talking. QUAK QUAK QUAK QUAK! I don't even wanna look in your direction when you open your mouth. EW, WHAT'S THAT STENCH? Oh, we haven't forgotten. It's all over you. Look, I may sound mean but this is what happens when someone tries too hard. Good try boyfriend, but just save it. You make me wanna buy voodoos.
Oh Lord, HELP!

freed his mind P.Y.R.A - U.G.I.N.E at 7:00 PM [comment]

Life is beautiful, so are you.