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|Tuesday, June 15th, 2004|
Hi, I'm new. Here's some things I gotta get off my chest.
I HATE GUYS AND THEIR STUPID WEIRDNESS. IF YA WANNA HOOK UP, DO IT. DONT PLAY MIND GAMES.
I HATE WHEN MY GIRLS HO ME OUT BECAUSE THEY WANNA LOOK COOL IN FRONT OF GUYS. (two of my friends are now dead to me)
I HATE WHEN U SHAVE UR PUBIC HAIR AND IT ITCHES LIKE HELL WHEN IT GROWS BACK. FUCK MOTHER NATURE!
Thanks, I feel better.
~TigerLily Current Mood: bitchy
|Saturday, February 28th, 2004|
IM SICK OF EVERYTHING
IM SICK OF BUSES
I HATE GETTING UP EARLY
I DONT LIKE ANY OF MY SUBJECTS
IM SICK OF EXAMS
IM SICK OF PPL EXPECTING THINGS OF ME
IM SICK OF GET DISCONNECTED
IM SICK AND TIRED OF FUKFACE PPL
SO THERE U GO!!! YEY I FIT IN HERE WELL!!! BITCH BITCH BITCH!!
[If u wanna add me to ur LJ friends reply here u BITCH lol] Current Mood: moody
|Tuesday, November 18th, 2003|
|Friday, October 10th, 2003|
If you're going to post in BitchFest, learn how to goddamn bitch properly first! Current Mood: bitchy
|Saturday, August 23rd, 2003|
in any way possible my life, my dreams, my passions, my education, my MENTAL HEALTH.
What ever happened to supportive parents?
|Saturday, February 15th, 2003|
livejournal user: beforeyougo... yeah dude, he's way cool.
Bitching. Perfect. Because bitch I will do.
So Alan. Mr. Let's talk shit on live journal and not mention any names because I am way fucking 20 years old and I think I am 13. Well hey. I am not going to name any names or anything but ALAN, you need to get a fucking life. I do not waste my time talking about you. And you should do the same. I may be lame, but look at your little bitch ass sitting there talking about me for what reason? Because I blocked you because you are FUCKING ANNOYING. My god. It's really sad taht I am 17 and I have way more sense and maturity then you do. Don't get me wrong, I am not saying by any means I am immature. It is just real super funny how you sit there and won't get over ANYTHING. Move the fuck on. Worst mistake ever. Current Mood: annoyed
|Friday, December 6th, 2002|
best community ever
I mean, uhm... i hate school and fuck teachers who are retards and think they're better than the students and don't like to help out students who are doing bad in the calss, and they only like/help the students who are already smart and geniuses on the matter! i hope they choke on each other's dicks. Current Mood: aggravated
|Thursday, November 7th, 2002|
i am not a "flaming moderate"
|Sunday, September 8th, 2002|
What follows will not even reach mildly amusing, nor will it be of any interest to anyone who reads it.
After six months away from the restaurant industry, it has taken me one whole week to build back up to an extreme level of bitterness that took years to cultivate.
I hate people. They are stupid, arrogant, assholes. They are also invariably whiny and wrong.
The entire tip system is fucked too. I routinely give great service to people, and then they tip me five percent. How do these people sleep at night?? I understand that people have different perceptions of service, and of what deserves a good tip. Having said that, there are certain general principals that can be alloted to grade what is "good" service, such as:
2) Timely fashion of food service
3) Getting the correct meal one has ordered
4) Getting the bill when you've asked for it
Is there much more that you can really ask of your server?
If the food sucks, I am not the cook.
If the wait for a table is too long, I am not the hundred other pigs that are piling in for thier free garlic bread and salad.
If the music is too loud, or too quiet, i am not the owner of the restaurant, I do not control the volume.
If you read the menu and order something, then can't eat it because it comes with something you allergic to, I am not your stupidity.
If you are trying to get my attention while I am at another table, I am not the other table.
I just wasn't cut out to deal with people and thier petty bullshit.....
|Saturday, May 4th, 2002|
shut up liam and grow the fuck up
i hate when you slam the door when you leave
shut up shut up shut up
|Sunday, May 5th, 2002|
It's a fight for the fucking spotlight.
One thing's for sure: I'm sick of people saying they're gona kill themselves. I'm sick of people using the excuse "oh but i was picked on as a child." BIG FUCKING DEAL. You were a kid. They were kids. You didn't know any fucking better. We all got fucking picked on at some point. Some just like to hold on to it to cry about it more later. Admit it. It's a lame and weak excuse for your behavior. I'm sick of people being weak and resorting to cutting. Oh fucking cutting. Fuck cutting. Fuck your pathetic pussy attempts to fit in. Fuck your need for constant attention. There are people out there that have it worse than you but you dont see them cutting. What you do is you cope. You suck it the fuck up and move on. I understand that it might be hard and might take a while, but at least show some fucking progress and stop trying to make yourself worse than you already are. You dont see them (the ppl who have it worse than you) trying to end their lives and hope to have the spotlight for their "brave" act.
Well guess what. You kill yourself, you earn yourself a max of one day of "oh my goodness. he's gone. he's really dead." That's it. ONE DAY. Yeah. it's worth it though, isnt it? It's like those people who try to jump off a bridge or out a window. That's the fucking saddest shit ever. What? Did you want to get on tv? Wanna say hi to mama? Wanna make it on the front page of the news for being a total, complete and utter PUSSY!?! I'd like to see somebody jump off a bridge before the cops/news people/newspaper reporters get there. Then I'll fucking commend you for your brave act. At least you didn't do it for the attention. Have fun when you find out there is no afterlife. When you find yourself rotting in the dirt with worms and bugs crawling up your ass you'll be thinking "Fuck. This isnt fun. I cant wank anymore. Who's gona pay attention to me now... But maybe they're up there crying their eyes out and thinking about me. YES! That's it!" You wish. You'll be forgotten like the rest before you know it.
It's like those people who constantly say "Am I fat? Am I fat? No really, Am I fat? Come on, tell me the truth. Am I fat?" just to hear somebody tell them they arent. This is called "Am I fat syndrome". I just hope none of those kinds of people run into me anytime soon because you can be sure I'll say "Yeah. You sure as fuck are fat, fat ass. Is that a triple chin, dear? Now go the fuck away, fatty."
I'm sorry if this offends anybody that knows a person that has died because of suicide, but I need to vent. Yes, there are people out there who seriously CANNOT deal with their problems and so they do kill themselves. But if you notice, if the person is SERIOUS about doing this they REALLY do not want people knowing and having people trying to stop them. It's like a bank robber calling up the cops and saying "hey I'm about to rob this bank. Just thought I'd let you know." That's incredibly stupid. If you're serious about it you do it. These are just the facts. Think about it. This isn't directed at only a select few people that I know. No. I say this to all people who cut for attention. I say this to all people who threaten to kill themselves for attention. These are my feelings. These are my thoughts. These are the truths. This is what YOU feel too, but are afraid to say.
[Disclaimer: (yeah i had to stick a disclaimer in here just incase some dumbass wants to listen to me and do it.) I am in no way saying you should kill yourself. We all need to talk about our problems to somebody at some point. yes. This is true. This is not pathetic. We all need to talk. But taking such actions as cutting/OD'ing on pills is just plain fucking stupid. So dont do it.]
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|Friday, April 26th, 2002|
If you were a program group, I'd add you.
If you were a shortcut, I'd put you on the desktop.
|Tuesday, March 12th, 2002|
are you fucking kidding me??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you bitch at me about money stuff.
i freak out.
then you tell me not to worry about money stuff.
i worry anyway, and vow to get a job.
you tell me you WONT ALLOW ME to get a job.
then you call me up a couple of days later SCREAMING AT ME about money stuff and how its MY FAULT.
are you fucking serious???!! FUCK YOU, LADY!!!!!!!!!!!! Current Mood: irate
|Sunday, February 10th, 2002|
You are one of the most pathetic ever. You're not much better than that abusive psycho who used to live in my house. You always play the victim, and try to make everyone believe that I don't have reason to think you're racist, homophobic, a manipulator, and a liar. I don't know why you're a homophobic, cause you're so obviously gay. Keep running behind girls if you want, you're never gonna get any. As far as that psycho ex-girlfriend story you tell everyone, we all know you made that shit up. You've never been in a relationship. Even if that was true, how do u have room to talk when you stalked my roommmate and cried when she didn't return your calls? You're the psycho. You sit at home in the dark and cry when people don't call you back within an hour. You have the nerve to put down others--do u know that your friends laugh at you behind your back? They also tell me everything that you think is supposed to be a secret. Guess you don't really have any friends do you? What was I thinking in lowering my standards and talking to you? Was I really that bored? I wish that I never crossed paths with you. I wish you were never in my life for even a second. I hope you spend the rest of your life living in your parents house, with no friends, no relationships, and your cat---listening to Saves The Day.YOu know who you are, you deadmeat motherfucker!!!!!!!!!!
|Thursday, February 7th, 2002|
i hate that my house is never clean. i hate that i don't have time to make art. i hate the stress that comes with relationships and stage management. i hate putting things off like this paper that i want to write but don't feel like it. haithewaigfnwaegkljeWZAgjwe!! ugh.
|Friday, November 16th, 2001|
why must school continually fuck me up the ass????!!!! apparently some of those credits didnt transfer. so i'll graduate a semester late. and i still have to take summer classes to do that. and me switching my major has set me back even further. and my registration time is such bullshit, you know there isnt going to be SHIT left for me to take. i'll be stuck in some fucking friday class that meets at 4pm. COME ON! FUCK ME OVER AGAIN! im starting to like it. Current Mood: bitchy
fucking bite me!!!!!!!!!!
i hate when people screw me over intentionally. and then lie about it. i'm so fucking sure "it just happened"... !!!! whatever. whatever. whatever. is it so difficult to be upfront about things, hmmm? all i ask is that you dont lie. dont be that guy!!!! asshole. Current Mood: bitchy
|Friday, November 9th, 2001|
don't make plans with me and then ditch me
and don't kick my door in while i'm putting my shoe on
and don't fuck with me today, i'm really not happy with you
|Saturday, November 3rd, 2001|
don't you fucking hate it when people post things into communities that you're interested when it has nothing to do with the topic of the community . i mean, fuck, fuck. fuck them, yo.
i hate it that other people seem to assume that my house is there for them to just come and party at any time they please, and do whatever they want including mess up my house and piss off my neighbors.
i want to make the point that these are generally people that i do like, and i do enjoy having at my house.
but i really hate feeling walked on and disrespected. yes, we like to have people over and chill out and drink beers and party and all that, but don't disregard the fact that people still live here.
this isn't your rec center of debauchery.