GD, it's Monday
I cut myself. With glass. Well, not actual glass. More like a glass. It hurts like a motherfucker. I’m suing my employer. Oh yeah.
The Boyfriend is a lil’ bit ill. Fever and coughing. God, it’s like taking care of a five year old. Get off your lazy ass and get it yourself! Nah, just messin’, he’s really cute when he’s ill. All quiet and insecure with a blush on his face and his red ears. Let’s all say it: “Awwwwwww.”
The visitors left. Thank God. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind my relatives, but children just freak me out. And by ‘freak me out’ I naturally mean ‘annoy the hell out of me’. My nephew is at the age where he’s interested in every single thing. The kid’s following me around everywhere.
“What ya doing? Why are you doing that? Who is that guy upstairs? Is this a painting? Is that real paint? It’s all lumpy. And it’s all lumpy over there. And over there. Is it still wet? Can you see paint on my finger? Why are you eating so much? Do you like it?”
Leave me alone you little fuck!
Am I the only one annoyed by little kids who talk and talk and ask and ask. Kids are fucking retarded. Well, boy-kids are. Boys are the worst ones. The girls, they ain’t so bad. I feel that they know when enough is enough. It seems they tend to lose that ability as they age.
Bitches.
Oh, I saw parts of the VMA’s. Where were all the white people? It’s just blackness and rap and R. Kelly doing a bad performance. When the hell did the black people take over MTV? It’s like indoctrination. And Mariah Carey looked like a freakishly tall, fat cow.
As technology progresses, creativity seems to be rotting in people’s skulls. But as I’m reading what I’ve written, it may be just mine.
Update: I have a Pop Idol audition on Saturday. Not sure if I'm going. The Boyfriend thinks this isn't for me. I'm not 'pop'. Not sure what to sing yet. Need advice. I have a small list of songs already.
The Killers - On Top / Change Your Mind
Michael Buble - Feeling Good
Something Coldplay
Something Jamie Cullum
Jack Johnson - Sitting Waiting Wishing
Something John Mayer
KT Tunstall - Another Place To Fall
Placebo - Days Before You Came / Every Me And Every You
Soft Cell - Tainted Love
Spandau Ballet - True
Light My Fire (cornyyyyy)
2 comments:
I think you should sing "we didn't start the fire" by Billy Joel.
And I HATE KIDS TOO! COME HERE LET US HATE KIDS TOGETHER! YES! FINALLY. (Paul wants kids. What shall I do?)
But girls don't ask much. Do we? And why DO you eat so much? Do you like it? Why don't you update so much anymore? What do you think about me and Paul? Why don't you get comment spam? Why do you have so much clothes? Why do you breathe? Why do you/don't you drink coffee? Why won't you believe I'm a virgin?
Man someone sure is cranky. You need to get laid.
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