i want their lovelives to begin
i've started writing what i think could be words to songs.
it's mostly stuff i've written about sexual frustration, being an asshole, and the role that star magazine plays in my life.
some people say i'm not really an asshole.
but if you could see the thoughts that my brain creates, you would think i'm the biggest asshole in the world.
well, maybe 'asshole' isn't a great term. 'selfish bitch' fits the bill much better. i'm really a huge friggin' jerk. it's just none of you suckers get to see it.
i'd be horrible in band though. no one would ever come see me play. i'm like bob/joe version 2.0 in the play i want to write. i've got zero charisma. all i've got going for me is a big set of eyes. well, i've got big sets of other things. i guess people pay more attention to those than anything else.
the comfortable with mediocrity i get, the more disgusted i become. which is weird. i don't really know how it works, but the more uninteresting i get, the more i imagine being outstanding. it's kind of like a messed up supply/demand type thing.
i learned a lot about supply/demand in entrepreneurship class, which makes me wish i was back in the days of being the 'one step above highschool dropout' kid. those were good times. i was pretty cool. i wasn't very funny though, just 'talented'
there are a few people in the world who i wouldn't really care about if they died really terrible deaths. like the guy my dad shot, who was responsible for me losing every inch of innocence.
and the guy that did whatever he did to my mom. (i haven't though about this in awhile, but alcohol brings it all out)
i think i'd like that guy to die the most painful, horrible death in the world. i think that would be GREAT!
see, i told you, i'm a huge asshole. who else, besides an asshole, would wish such horrible things upon someone else? (even if they did ruin other peoples' lives with their actions.)
someone do me a favor, and the next time they see me, give me a swift kick in the temple. put me in a coma for a few days. that would probably help me write about more interesting stuff, other than star magazine.
although star magazine is a huge void-filler for me.
could things get anymore ridiculously stupid? let me know. maybe you'll replace star magazine. i think everyone who reads this is of great importance to me. rip the star magazine out of my hands and make me read about murders instead. or something else. i really don't care.
it's mostly stuff i've written about sexual frustration, being an asshole, and the role that star magazine plays in my life.
some people say i'm not really an asshole.
but if you could see the thoughts that my brain creates, you would think i'm the biggest asshole in the world.
well, maybe 'asshole' isn't a great term. 'selfish bitch' fits the bill much better. i'm really a huge friggin' jerk. it's just none of you suckers get to see it.
i'd be horrible in band though. no one would ever come see me play. i'm like bob/joe version 2.0 in the play i want to write. i've got zero charisma. all i've got going for me is a big set of eyes. well, i've got big sets of other things. i guess people pay more attention to those than anything else.
the comfortable with mediocrity i get, the more disgusted i become. which is weird. i don't really know how it works, but the more uninteresting i get, the more i imagine being outstanding. it's kind of like a messed up supply/demand type thing.
i learned a lot about supply/demand in entrepreneurship class, which makes me wish i was back in the days of being the 'one step above highschool dropout' kid. those were good times. i was pretty cool. i wasn't very funny though, just 'talented'
there are a few people in the world who i wouldn't really care about if they died really terrible deaths. like the guy my dad shot, who was responsible for me losing every inch of innocence.
and the guy that did whatever he did to my mom. (i haven't though about this in awhile, but alcohol brings it all out)
i think i'd like that guy to die the most painful, horrible death in the world. i think that would be GREAT!
see, i told you, i'm a huge asshole. who else, besides an asshole, would wish such horrible things upon someone else? (even if they did ruin other peoples' lives with their actions.)
someone do me a favor, and the next time they see me, give me a swift kick in the temple. put me in a coma for a few days. that would probably help me write about more interesting stuff, other than star magazine.
although star magazine is a huge void-filler for me.
could things get anymore ridiculously stupid? let me know. maybe you'll replace star magazine. i think everyone who reads this is of great importance to me. rip the star magazine out of my hands and make me read about murders instead. or something else. i really don't care.
posted by creep at 3:32 AM
