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...just another life-sapping blog...
(but you'll read it anyway)
Created on 2004-05-08 09:56:44 (#3082068), last updated 2006-10-17
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I'm restarting a Livejournal as I'm bored having finally seen all the porn on the internet and I'm not in the mood for Splinter Cell or riding my bike. Frankly, I hated having one of these things before, despite my beloved and a couple of good mates maintaining a blog on here.
The problem is the pathetic, gothy wastes of space who seem to make up the majority of contributors to this site... ugly, boring manifestations of classic self loathing chic who wear their anti-depressant prescriptions as a badge of honour and take soft focus pictures of themselves in too much makeup so that people even less cool than them will pay them compliments, thus allowing them to cut back on that day's self abuse by a centimetre or two of arm flesh in celebration. They have shit taste in music, friends, clothes, lifestyle and if I had my way I'd botox the lot of them until their skins tightened so much they are reduced to small hard balls a few centimetres across. Then I'd have my way with them on the golf course.
Still, if you can't beat 'em, get in their faces and insult them 'till they cry is what I say, so here goes...
The problem is the pathetic, gothy wastes of space who seem to make up the majority of contributors to this site... ugly, boring manifestations of classic self loathing chic who wear their anti-depressant prescriptions as a badge of honour and take soft focus pictures of themselves in too much makeup so that people even less cool than them will pay them compliments, thus allowing them to cut back on that day's self abuse by a centimetre or two of arm flesh in celebration. They have shit taste in music, friends, clothes, lifestyle and if I had my way I'd botox the lot of them until their skins tightened so much they are reduced to small hard balls a few centimetres across. Then I'd have my way with them on the golf course.
Still, if you can't beat 'em, get in their faces and insult them 'till they cry is what I say, so here goes...
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