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[Jan. 10th, 2012|11:48 pm] |
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You know what's really insulting about this sudden musical vomit everyone's spouting? I'm only good enough to be chorus line. Fuck you, Corporal Eastman. I didn't want to be part of your shitty song about fighting the good fight. Who gives a crap? I'm going home. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2011|07:17 pm] |
I've been to about forty something bars recently, only to come to the conclusion that Burbank has nothing else to offer. Cicero isn't much better, and if I ever have to set foot into another bar in Chicago I might have to find a way to end my own life. If Happy Endings is to shut down again in future, please give adequate warning so I can freaking stock up before-hand.
( Kylie Kensington ) |
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[Sep. 18th, 2011|02:12 am] |
Just to give y'all fair warning. You might be dressing up as something that isn't you for Halloween. You might even be changing your appearance significantly. But you can't do anything about your stench. I swear to god, if anyone eggs my place, I will find you. And my retribution shall be swift.
That goes for you fuckers, too. I still have your scent. Don't think I'll forget it easily.
Otherwise, do carry on and have a wonderful time preparing yourself for All Hallows. Engorge yourselves on sugary treats. I know I'll be doing just that. You'd better stop by my place early or you'll find no treats left. I eat them. Faster than I'd like to admit. But they're just so good! |
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[Aug. 9th, 2011|11:37 pm] |
Check it out. I feel so fucking English right now. It's like I got to have my very own fucking riot up in Canada. I tell you now, violence...sometimes it just feels good.
Plus, no more broken bones for me. As much as I can heal them, that shit still hurts.
( Claudia ) |
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[Jul. 25th, 2011|09:24 pm] |
You crazy fucks really need to stop having wars that involve wholesale slaughter.
On a lighter note; I've just seen some horrific pictures on my duty free cigarettes. Note to self. Do not buy these from foreign countries again. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2011|10:49 pm] |
You know what really fucks with my week? Being sick. Whoever the fuck did this, I'm gonna gut you when I find you. Seriously, because you made me sick I got bit by one of the pythons. I'm not complaining because it's toxic, because it's not, but the last thing I wanna be doing while feeding the kids is wrestling a god damn snake off me because it got excited and realised I wasn't gonna put up the same fight I normally would.
To anyone else looking for the responsible parties, and I know someone must be; you find them, you let me in on taking them down. This is a grudge I feel like holding. No one makes me sick and gets away with it. Unless it's Cyke, in which case, I forgive him because he's gotta live with that face.
For everyone else, I'm sorry for the losses you might have suffered over this. I'm also sorry to tell you that this sort of thing happens when the world is filled with murderous dicks. If you wanna wallow over a beer any time, invite me along. I make good company for that. Oh, uh, and as a lot of you probably won't know me, I'm Dizzy. The man upstairs is James How Logan Wolverine. |
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