He is evil.
And evil will never die.
Friday, February 26, 2010
LOL
I hate net-speak. I don't get it. I mean, just type the whole fucking thing out.
The one I hate the most? LOL!
I mean come on. People are treating LOL like the new period. And they LOL over everything. They start with LOL, they end with LOL, they have it randomly placed in their sentences for no reason. If these assholes are really laughing out loud this much then the world needs to lay off the laughing gas. Give me a fucking break. Nothing is that funny. People don't laugh that much. The world isn't that funny. Actually nothing is funny.
Okay, some things are. Like my blog.
And half the time? I don't even understand what the fuck people are trying to say. There are all these abbreviations. If this is the way the world is going, I am returning to long hand letters. Fuck this Internet thing and computer talk. Sometimes when people write LOL, I want to ask, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?
Nothing I say is a joke. Or everything I say is a joke.
Look, I don't care if someone tosses in a LOL once every twenty messages. Yeah, I know. People understand it now, so use it. Just don't over use it. And don't use it out of context. Fuck it, just don't use it.
You know what I use. Ha ha.
Ha Fucking Ha!
The one I hate the most? LOL!
I mean come on. People are treating LOL like the new period. And they LOL over everything. They start with LOL, they end with LOL, they have it randomly placed in their sentences for no reason. If these assholes are really laughing out loud this much then the world needs to lay off the laughing gas. Give me a fucking break. Nothing is that funny. People don't laugh that much. The world isn't that funny. Actually nothing is funny.
Okay, some things are. Like my blog.
And half the time? I don't even understand what the fuck people are trying to say. There are all these abbreviations. If this is the way the world is going, I am returning to long hand letters. Fuck this Internet thing and computer talk. Sometimes when people write LOL, I want to ask, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?
Nothing I say is a joke. Or everything I say is a joke.
Look, I don't care if someone tosses in a LOL once every twenty messages. Yeah, I know. People understand it now, so use it. Just don't over use it. And don't use it out of context. Fuck it, just don't use it.
You know what I use. Ha ha.
Ha Fucking Ha!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Where Are The Cool Kids?
I am the coolest person in the office today because I am wearing a Beverly Hills 90210 T-shirt I got from the second hand store for 14.99. It was a little steep, but I felt it was a good investment. No one else in the office is wearing something half as cool as this. Just saying.
I thought kids today sucked. But apparently, the cool ones are alive and well in Surrey BC.
My dad and I were en route to a funeral and a car pulls up beside us. It is a group of young males, they all have leather jackets on and plain white t-shirts. They have long hair and I swear to God some of them even had smokes rolled into the arm sleeves of their t-shirts. Regardless, they were driving a Ford Falcon. A FORD FALCON. Old school, awesomeness, amazing.
So I look over, and the driver has his hand draped over the steering wheel in that laid back, 'I'm a badass'kinda way. He smiles at me, he has dimples. And I swear to God, Etta James' At Last started playing in the background. Then my dad turned before I could meet my soul mates. Sigh.
Such is life.
It brightens my day that cool kids still exist.
I thought kids today sucked. But apparently, the cool ones are alive and well in Surrey BC.
My dad and I were en route to a funeral and a car pulls up beside us. It is a group of young males, they all have leather jackets on and plain white t-shirts. They have long hair and I swear to God some of them even had smokes rolled into the arm sleeves of their t-shirts. Regardless, they were driving a Ford Falcon. A FORD FALCON. Old school, awesomeness, amazing.
So I look over, and the driver has his hand draped over the steering wheel in that laid back, 'I'm a badass'kinda way. He smiles at me, he has dimples. And I swear to God, Etta James' At Last started playing in the background. Then my dad turned before I could meet my soul mates. Sigh.
Such is life.
It brightens my day that cool kids still exist.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Bad Mood Sally
This week just handed me a pile of crap. What am I supposed to do? Make a little shit statue out of it? Prop it up on my desk? Put it in a cool glass case?
I am so off my game.
I hope to return to my game shortly, because this shit-heap week has really got me down. What the fuck is the point? Seriously?
Bah
On the other hand, I was looking for a crappy-week photo on the Internet and found this. Gave me a slight chuckle, but not enough to console me properly.
I am so off my game.
I hope to return to my game shortly, because this shit-heap week has really got me down. What the fuck is the point? Seriously?
Bah
On the other hand, I was looking for a crappy-week photo on the Internet and found this. Gave me a slight chuckle, but not enough to console me properly.
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