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[07 Feb 2005|08:34pm] |
Neurotically Yours: Episode # 023: Foamy's Rant
Foamy:
There are certain types of people in this world that just piss me off to no end. The type of people who come up to you and ask you for advice, and then when you give them advice they don't take the advice. They just come back to you a week later and they're like (altered tone of voice) “I can't believe how everything turned out so wrong”
You wanna no why everything turned out so wrong? Because you didn't take my advice and you're fucking stupid. That's what went wrong, you didn't listen to me. I know all.
The other type of person are those insignificant peons, who just have to validate themselves by being in a relationship. You know what! It's pathetic, it's weak minded and you show no inner strength whatsoever. Get over the girlfriend, get over the boyfriend or whatever the fuck your yearning for and live fucking life.
People who stalk their ex-girlfriend particularly piss me off, what the fuck is wrong with these people? Don't you have better things to do with your life than be emotionally attached to someone who hates your guts? Do something with your life, find a hobby. You know... geez... do you know how many video games are out there that you could be playing? At the very least shoot yourself (in a joking tone). Get yourself out of society, nobody wants to deal with a stalker.
Other types of people that I hate; people who ruin your favorite diner, you know the type of person that you’re usually friends with until they go to the diner and start dating a waitress there and then have some kind of wierd rocky relationship and everytime you go to the diner here-after there’s that weird vibe in the air.
People like this, really need food poisoning, I am so sick of these fucking bastards ruining my favorite spots.
Another type of person I particularly hate are those fucking slime-balls with the slick black hair, that usually end up going to bars and shit like that on friday, saturday, sunday night, to see if they can pick up chicks. And all they do is walk around with these fucking stupid velvety shirts with their dumb-ass fat hairy chests exposed to the world, as if they were the sexiest thing on the face on the earth. You know what!, you're a middle aged loser, nobody wants to see your hairy chest. Either; throw yourself in front of traffic or overdose, please!. Nobody wants to hear this bullshit anymore, time for some revaluation of ones life.
I also dislike people who all they do is talk about their problems with their insignificant other... you know what I don't care about your fucking relationship problems, you can just shove them up your ass for all I care! Nobody wants to hear about how your girlfriend doesn't like you or how your boyfriend is ignoring you... Nobody cares! It only pertains to your own little world, which in the grand scheme of things is minute and pathetic and nobody ever really ever wants to hear it. Shut your mouth, choke on your food, and die!
You ever have a good friend and then you go out some place and they always have to bring their fucking girlfriend; and their girlfriend turns out to be somebody you just want to kill... I mean really kill, like jump up and down and kill. And then chop up their body into 15 different parts and flush various parts down the toilet and bury the others and others get thrown in the sewer.
You know the type of person whose parents should have had an abortion before they even walked the earth. You know that kind of crap, these type of fucking pieces of crap really just need to be killed with some piano wire around the throat. I can’t take it anymore.
I also can’t stand people who stay at home and listen to “every rose has it’s thorn” like it’s the world’s most depressing song.
1. The song sucks
2. You’re fucking pathetic for listening to it
Take the CD out crack it in half and then slit your wrist with the broken pieces. It’s over!, they’re done, you’re done, kill yourself.
And in closing, you know it’s shit like this that pisses me off it’s just these types of people that have no “inner soul” no nothing, they just revolve around their own pathetic little world with no consideration for what’s going on around them. They have no sense or grasp of reality and really need to be taken off the face of this earth, they have no substance, they have no control over themselves...
And they really need to be put to sleep...
permanently.
Thank you for listening
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[12 Jan 2005|03:22pm] |
Reply with your name,
1. I will write something lovely about you.
2. I will tell you what song reminds me of you.
3. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
4. Put this in your journal.
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7 margaritas drink up baby
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| wow- can we say cutest thing ever |
[15 Nov 2004|04:31pm] |
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Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her. <3
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4 margaritas drink up baby
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| Yeah, i love how true this song is.... |
[06 Oct 2004|05:27pm] |
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I woke up it was 7
I waited till 11
Just to figure out that no one would call
I think i got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them
What's another night all alone?
When your spending everyday on your own
And here it goes
[Chorus:]
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me
Tonight...
And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed
Staring at these 4 walls again
I'll try to think about the last time, I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own and here it goes
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me
What the hell is wrong with me?
Don't fit in with anybody
How did this happen to me?
Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep
And every night is the worst night ever
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7 margaritas drink up baby
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| Everwood is amazing |
[20 Sep 2004|09:59pm] |
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The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again.
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4 margaritas drink up baby
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[18 Sep 2004|12:05am] |
one word to describe the night i just had...AMAZING
Jilli..you rock my socks..you throw one hell of a party..<3333
so i finally met all these people Jill always talks about..freaking amazing..i had such a good time with these people its like we knew eachother before this..
just wow..i dont even know what else to say
goodnightt <33
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1 margarita drink up baby
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[27 Jun 2004|11:52pm] |
MY SWEET 16 IS IN EXATCALLY 2 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU BETTER BE THERE!!!!!!!!!!
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8 margaritas drink up baby
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[11 Jun 2004|11:50pm] |
uschY 434 [11:48 PM]: or maybe ur just waiting for the right viscous to come along
YOU DISGUSTING FUCK!!!!!!!
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1 margarita drink up baby
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[08 Jun 2004|09:01pm] |
| vivaxmargarita's LJ stalker is emoxjaqui! | | emoxjaqui is stalking you because they think you are the one who made anonymous abusive LJ comments. They are also getting jiggy with your best friend! |
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[28 May 2004|03:08pm] |
muaha.. jackie updating for jill. i just wanted to give jill this bitching new icon from the degrassi episode "shout." i think she'll like it.
"Paige, honey, that's rape."
"OH NO ::cries::"
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drink up baby
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| Sighhhhhh <3 |
[24 May 2004|09:18pm] |
"[No laughing, k?]
Something about the way you shine.
When the lights go out, I wanna make you mine.
Something about the way it seems.
You're always here in my dreams.
When there's no one there, no I'm not scared, but I'm in love...
with you."
honestly..Craig could sing something like that to me ANYDAY
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2 margaritas drink up baby
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| Is Happiness Understandable? |
[24 May 2004|05:07pm] |
well..for once in my life..i was actually reading the paper and i came across this article..and yeah i thought some of it was quite interesting..
reseachers actually have evidence that people who are married/won the lottery/healthy arent happy..which i thought was weird cuz honestly..if i won the lottery i would be pretty happy..and they wrote a list:
10 Keys to a happy life
1- Understand that you need enough money to be comfortable
2- Limit your desire for things
3- Realize you dont have to be a genius ((guess i got that one down))
4- Know that genetic makeup is important ((im not so sure what that means))
5- Realize that making yourself as attractive as possible does help
6- Cultivate friends and family
7- Find a mate
8- Get religion ((hah..screwed in that category))
9- Be generous
10- Age gracefully
now..im not so sure that all those things would make me happy..but..if the newpaper says it will..then sure..ill believe it..
i took a How Happy Are You? quiz..and yes..i am extremely dissatisfied with my life..like i really needed a quiz to tell me that..
well..i dunno..i thought that was kinda interesting..and if nobody else cares..thats cool..doesnt matter
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[23 May 2004|08:03pm] |
Copy and paste this into your journal:
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(erase the asterisks)
See what color you are.
vivaxmargarita
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[22 May 2004|08:56pm] |
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totally and completely grounded..after Degrassi tomorrow thats its for me until end of school..fucking progress reports..so..if you wanna talk to me..just call..dont bother waiting for me to come online..cuz i wont..wow, death would be amazing right about now..
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[17 May 2004|05:18pm] |
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haha sunday is gonna be the greatest day everrrrrrr...
me DeNISe and Jackie are going to NJ to sneak a peak at 2 new episodes of Degrassi....and meet a degrassi star!!!
wowww..ita gonna be awesome..unless the star is Emma..omggg i would cry if it was her..
but if it was marco........=D
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[13 May 2004|06:54am] |
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1. Find your birth month in the cut and put it in an entry.
2. Italicize anything that doesn't apply to you.
3. Bold the best that apply to you.
4. Put all twelve months under a journal cut for someone else to do.
AUGUST:
Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.
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