MySpace is Fucking Retarded!!!
How much special maintenence can one website take? Apparently, a whole hell of a lot. How much special maintenence can one account take? Apparently, mine can take more than anyone else's can. This is fucking ridiculous. All I want to do is check my mail and go to bed, but I can't because the server is fucking retarded just like the people who monitor it and just like the people who apparently can never fix it and just like the people who use it, myself included. It took me fifteen minutes just to log in. I mean, I really wanted to read a bunch of bulletins from people who are proclaiming their love for someone else. It's so sweet. It makes me want to form a suicide pact with these people and let them go first.
Seriously, is there anything worse than being single and having everyone one of your friends telling you all of the wonderful things they are going to do with their significant others for Valentine's Day? Well, I'm sure there is. I mean, having cancer would be worst, but being single on V-Day is a close second.
In honor of being single on Valentine's Day, I'm going to have a personal celebration tomorrow. I'm going to sit in my room alone and eat an entire tub of ice cream and watch sappy romantic comedies starring Ashley Judd and Reese Witherspoon while I touch myself and cry. I know that some of you might wonder at this behavior, but I figure that it's okay to move my normal Friday night routine up a few days to Valentine's Day. If you can't be with the one you love, well, then dammit, I'm going to love the one I'm with... many, many times. Ashley & Reese, here I come. (Get it? It's a double entendre.)
My knee's swollen up. I don't know why. It must be all the extra weight I'm packing on my head. My hair is fucking long. Look at my gay ass main picture and see how there's some hair popping out behind my ear? Yeah, that's long enough, but that was about four months ago. This is by far the longest my hair has ever been. It's pretty disgusting. I almost, but not quite, look like a stinkin' hippy.
Q: How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two. One to change the light bulb and the other to make me a sandwich and suck my dick.
Seriously, is there anything worse than being single and having everyone one of your friends telling you all of the wonderful things they are going to do with their significant others for Valentine's Day? Well, I'm sure there is. I mean, having cancer would be worst, but being single on V-Day is a close second.
In honor of being single on Valentine's Day, I'm going to have a personal celebration tomorrow. I'm going to sit in my room alone and eat an entire tub of ice cream and watch sappy romantic comedies starring Ashley Judd and Reese Witherspoon while I touch myself and cry. I know that some of you might wonder at this behavior, but I figure that it's okay to move my normal Friday night routine up a few days to Valentine's Day. If you can't be with the one you love, well, then dammit, I'm going to love the one I'm with... many, many times. Ashley & Reese, here I come. (Get it? It's a double entendre.)
My knee's swollen up. I don't know why. It must be all the extra weight I'm packing on my head. My hair is fucking long. Look at my gay ass main picture and see how there's some hair popping out behind my ear? Yeah, that's long enough, but that was about four months ago. This is by far the longest my hair has ever been. It's pretty disgusting. I almost, but not quite, look like a stinkin' hippy.
Q: How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two. One to change the light bulb and the other to make me a sandwich and suck my dick.
posted by Jym Is Cool at 11:07 PM
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