Wednesday, December 05, 2007

I know your name is Rita
Since your perfume's smelling sweeter



^^Now that is some music.

Let me ask you...

Do you have a dream?

Do you hope for something, someday?

Something that will come true?

Like maybe you want to retire in Florida, play some golf... maybe see your grandkids?

What?

Do you want to quit your job?

Do you hate it?

Are you who you thought you would be when you were 12?

If not, why not?

Are you happy?

Is it someone else's fault?

Boo-hoo.

Waah.

Poor you.



Quit your bitching, seriously.

Nobody cares about your problems, and we sure as shit don't want to hear about your feelings.



Wanna smoke? I'm gonna have a smoke, what ... you don't smoke, huh?

What are you, one of those fitness freaks?

Go fuck yourself.

(Alec Baldwin, ladies and gentlemen.)

Why are you reading this in lieu of having some fun of your own?

That's right, I said lieu.

1 Comments:

Anonymous kyop said...

The surgeon general warning on my American Spirits...what you want me to smoke a REAL ciggarette?...go fuck yourself.

2:41 PM  

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