2003-02-14 - 10:31 a.m.
reality bites
love to love you baby - donna summer congrats!! your a stereo-typical indie fuck! your nothin big nor special but still an indie fuck. you are still into yourself more then anyone else and look so damm fine. you dont get much women but just enough to listen to a couple bad emo records. you need a keyboard.
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dinner was mediocre at best last night. i'm man enough to admit it. matt raved anyway. he's a sweet kid. it was nice. we got all romantical. the end. checked out are you hot on the telly. who the fuck does lorenzo lamas think he is? falcon crest? renegade? it was falcon crest wasn't it? anyway, now he's qualified to rip attractive people 20 years his junior apart? and rachel hunter? look who her ex husband is. yeah, she knows hot when she sees it. and randolph duke? whatever. my panel would be, todd oldham, heidi klum and like a david chokachi, or marcus shenkenberg type. these men are also a bit older, but way more relevant than a lorenzo lamas. did i just say relevant? i'm taking this way too seriously. my bad. don't even get me started on the guy on survivor who couldn't get across the log. AND he didn't get kicked off. amazing. tonight is the X show, and i can't wait. it just kills me how they are so unappreciated while bands like the offspring are taken seriously. they are the weird al of punk. actually, weird al actually has some creativity. i'm being such a bitch today. i wonder why. at least it's not raining anymore. i hate being out when it rains here in so cal. people act like they've never seen it before. they're so retarded about the rain. oh my god. i'm bitching again. yikes. how's this: fuck everybody. there, now i'm done. just kidding. i'm not even in a bad mood. i guess i just feel like complaining. happy valentine's day.
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