Indeed I did end up going to the city last night, and my do I have a story to tell you. It just so happens that some asshole tried to steal my Municipal Waste t-shirt. Who is this fucking guy? A communist, terrorist, villain! Well, I'll tell you that I did get my Municipal Waste t-shirt back, and that guy is an asshole. Who takes a t-shirt? Seriously.
Yes, my bitterness is unconquerable. Why do women hit on me despite the fact that I take great lengths to appear unattractive? That same girl who is obsessed with me tried to catch me again; this time she sent her male friend after me, and tugged twice on my belt to catch my attention. She even waved at me. Well, I'll tell you that I don't fucking care if you dig me or think I am sexy. I clearly am not interested in some short chub. When will they learn this? I hate you. You look stupid, fat, and you're probably like eighteen or something. Stop listening to shitty music and go find some soul. Fuck you.
New list:
- If you don't read, I don't like you.
- If you don't like Bathory, I don't like you.
- If you're fat, I don't like you.
- If you don't have stellar shades, I don't like you.
More to come in my next entry. Now I must go write a thesis paper.
//Nicholas
Now playing: Eddie Money - Take Me Home Tonight
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The more you play hard to get, the more irresistible you get for women. Don't you know anything?! Hahah.
ReplyDeleteYes, I see now. Your lesson has been noted. It seems I will have to remember NOT to show any interest if ever I find myself being followed around by a Scandinavian thrasher. I would have to make it be as if said woman were presented with the difficulty that is mastering the final level of Mike Tyson's Punch Out for the original Nintendo system.
ReplyDeleteEIGHTEEEEEEN I haven't slept.
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