Project

Currently swamped with uni work, but have something cool in the works, will post pictures when I can be bothered (never). Had a friends birthday on the weekend, it followed the now entrenched SOP (standard operating procedure):

Arrive
Drink
Fight
Leave

This ALWAYS hapens. It could be a 5 year olds birthday, some how, someway, this will occur. For the record, mum and dad I know you read this, im not the fighting kind. Except when I am.

Wear some real clothes retard.

Yeargh, nothing enrages me more than seeing fucktards wearing skinny jeans. Im not talking about women, that shit was designed for them, but on dudes it makes me want to stab. "OOH loook how faggy and anoerexic I am! I don't conform to aaaaanyones rules teeheehee!" PURGE. Buy a real pair of jeans, no one wants to look at your stick legs and fucked up dye job you sack of crap. Even worse are those goddam tassled scarves. They dont make you look cool, they make you look like a shithead. Ironically, this style is known as "Indy". Ironic you say? Well children, "indy" is short for idividual, meaning you express your own style through fashion and accessories and blah blah blah pretention and faggetry. So dressing like all the other indy shitheads makes you "conformy" and by your own standards something to despise. But wait! you cry, I'm special, just look at this deep poetry I wrote, look at my exquisite writing style! My clothes reflect who am as a person! Look at meeeeee! WRONG. Youre not special, you're just like everyone else, except worse because youre an attention whore and you dress like a retard. Just remeber, when the brilliance of my works smites your skull in twain, its down the highway, not across the street. God forbid you pollute the earth with your misbegotten progeny.