Random men who say stupid shit like "how you doing," with that snarky "I wanna fuck you," tone when opening a door for you. Its a fucking door dude, not a diamond necklace.
Having to go in the gas station to pay, why dont your fucking machines work out here?
Telemarketers...Im going to start calling you at work and asking if you want to hear my neest rendition of "Pokerface."
Having 500 channels and nothing to watch.
Cats that lick their assholes...all the time.
Swiffer Wet Jet...the jury is still out but I dont think I like you.
Spilling an entire cup of fruit punch on a brand new area rug...WTF!!!!!
Little things...FTN
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Opinions
In starting FTN, the kitty bish made the conscious choice to keep a voice that calls out things a kitty wouldnt like. These are solely my opinions and I dont expect anyone to agree with them, by any means. On that note...
I find it ironic when people play the passive aggressive role of depicting how others should exist. Really? Though I will make shout outs, do I really think its my spot to tell anyone what to do or not do? How to exist? Not in the least. I may have my opinions but I know we arent all the same and how we CHOOSE to spend our time is our CHOICE.
Ive met many people in my time in world. In that time, Ive seen people who are solely rlers, rpers, mixers, etc etc. Do I judge that or care? Nope. Im having too much fun on my own time to really worry about why you exist. What I do have a problem with are people who say they exist completely 100% real here.
Hello, Im a cat. Is the girl a cat in RL? Not likely and if so, the government would have my ass for testing. Do you really look like that in RL? Do you notice no one is old or overweight, flat chested or small dicked? No ones walking around in bummy clothes, though I know there are plenty of bums chilling daily. People with disabilities arent rocking their disabilities. No one does sign language though Im sure we've got some deaf people. Is your hair that color? Do you go to the supermarket dressed in string? Realistically, everyone is playing the fantasy to an extent, whether it is in how you talk, act, dress, live, whatever.
No one is better than anyone else. And if I choose not to divulge certain information while others feel mighty free to talk about themselves, thats fine by me. Does that make one more "real" of a person than the next? Keep thinking that. Yes, there are real people behind it all, there are emotions and feelings and wants and needs and all that jazz. In existing in world, we all make a choice to be whatever we want to be, a depiction of ourselves, who we were, who we want to be, our fantasy, our hope, our whatever.
Some people enjoy escapism, some people enjoy stepping outside of themselves, some people enjoy a fantasy, some people enjoy being creative in what they can and will do, some people enjoy being who they are 24/7. But before we cast stones at whos better or existing for the right reasons, ask yourself...what is the right reason for logging in to a pretend world and doing pretend things and hanging with other pretenders who in all actuality have families and jobs and lives and crimes and sins and pains and feelings and thoughts and actions that have absolutely nothing to do with this place?
Fun.
If thats why people exist, let them exist on their own terms, their own way, without being self righteous to judge or make proclamations of superiority. I dont know why people come by occassionally, daily, never leave. And to be quite honest, I dont much care. To each his/her own. If you could and did do everything you do here, you wouldnt be here. Youd be out there, doing what you do. So put the stones down, avoid the glass house and enjoy your time for whatever you want it to be. As I will enjoy mine.
This one will go without an official FTN because its an opinion I stand by and something thats probably bigger than an FTN persona.
Many blessings.
I find it ironic when people play the passive aggressive role of depicting how others should exist. Really? Though I will make shout outs, do I really think its my spot to tell anyone what to do or not do? How to exist? Not in the least. I may have my opinions but I know we arent all the same and how we CHOOSE to spend our time is our CHOICE.
Ive met many people in my time in world. In that time, Ive seen people who are solely rlers, rpers, mixers, etc etc. Do I judge that or care? Nope. Im having too much fun on my own time to really worry about why you exist. What I do have a problem with are people who say they exist completely 100% real here.
Hello, Im a cat. Is the girl a cat in RL? Not likely and if so, the government would have my ass for testing. Do you really look like that in RL? Do you notice no one is old or overweight, flat chested or small dicked? No ones walking around in bummy clothes, though I know there are plenty of bums chilling daily. People with disabilities arent rocking their disabilities. No one does sign language though Im sure we've got some deaf people. Is your hair that color? Do you go to the supermarket dressed in string? Realistically, everyone is playing the fantasy to an extent, whether it is in how you talk, act, dress, live, whatever.
No one is better than anyone else. And if I choose not to divulge certain information while others feel mighty free to talk about themselves, thats fine by me. Does that make one more "real" of a person than the next? Keep thinking that. Yes, there are real people behind it all, there are emotions and feelings and wants and needs and all that jazz. In existing in world, we all make a choice to be whatever we want to be, a depiction of ourselves, who we were, who we want to be, our fantasy, our hope, our whatever.
Some people enjoy escapism, some people enjoy stepping outside of themselves, some people enjoy a fantasy, some people enjoy being creative in what they can and will do, some people enjoy being who they are 24/7. But before we cast stones at whos better or existing for the right reasons, ask yourself...what is the right reason for logging in to a pretend world and doing pretend things and hanging with other pretenders who in all actuality have families and jobs and lives and crimes and sins and pains and feelings and thoughts and actions that have absolutely nothing to do with this place?
Fun.
If thats why people exist, let them exist on their own terms, their own way, without being self righteous to judge or make proclamations of superiority. I dont know why people come by occassionally, daily, never leave. And to be quite honest, I dont much care. To each his/her own. If you could and did do everything you do here, you wouldnt be here. Youd be out there, doing what you do. So put the stones down, avoid the glass house and enjoy your time for whatever you want it to be. As I will enjoy mine.
This one will go without an official FTN because its an opinion I stand by and something thats probably bigger than an FTN persona.
Many blessings.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
HEY FUCKFACE!!!!
Lets pretend for a second...
You are a girl who just got dumped by her girlfriend.
You also just got dropped by your mom.
You im me because I care.
You use the exact words..."I want to die."
You proceed to tell me about said need for death.
You then say "So you good at shopping."
You plan a makeover to get over said girl you want to die over.
F.T.N.
YOU NEED HELP! Can you say demented? Do me a favor, teach out your hand. You know what that is? Not your girls face, not her tit, not her pretty wavy hair...ITS A SCREEN YOU JACKASS! Sure, you have some real feelings but shes a god damn cartoon you ungrateful fuck. If a cartoon bitch can make you talk about wanting to die to someone you barely talk to...YOU NEED SOME ZOLOFT! DEPAKOTE! A GUNSHOT TO THE GOD DAMN HEAD!
You are absolutely right, I am a bad person. Because I dont have pity or empathy for emo fucks who use their time to make people cry for them and care if they threaten to harm themselves because they want some god damn attention. Did your father not love you as a child? Is this my problem? Nope, sure aint so save the I wanna die shit for someone who gives a shit, like Dr. Phil.
You are a girl who just got dumped by her girlfriend.
You also just got dropped by your mom.
You im me because I care.
You use the exact words..."I want to die."
You proceed to tell me about said need for death.
You then say "So you good at shopping."
You plan a makeover to get over said girl you want to die over.
F.T.N.
YOU NEED HELP! Can you say demented? Do me a favor, teach out your hand. You know what that is? Not your girls face, not her tit, not her pretty wavy hair...ITS A SCREEN YOU JACKASS! Sure, you have some real feelings but shes a god damn cartoon you ungrateful fuck. If a cartoon bitch can make you talk about wanting to die to someone you barely talk to...YOU NEED SOME ZOLOFT! DEPAKOTE! A GUNSHOT TO THE GOD DAMN HEAD!
You are absolutely right, I am a bad person. Because I dont have pity or empathy for emo fucks who use their time to make people cry for them and care if they threaten to harm themselves because they want some god damn attention. Did your father not love you as a child? Is this my problem? Nope, sure aint so save the I wanna die shit for someone who gives a shit, like Dr. Phil.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Typical Moment? Yep!
Guys who refer to a girl as a "nasty tongued vixen" AFTER they are rejected?
FTN!
Too funny. But your heads too small, your clothes suck and the gigalo act is really kinda boring. I kinda like the nasty tongue vixen thing though, I think Ill use that. But you are still an ugly little man.
LOL, thanks for the laugh and ftn moment.
FTN!
Too funny. But your heads too small, your clothes suck and the gigalo act is really kinda boring. I kinda like the nasty tongue vixen thing though, I think Ill use that. But you are still an ugly little man.
LOL, thanks for the laugh and ftn moment.
Friday, September 25, 2009
NEWS AT 11!!!!!!!
WE INTERUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM FOR THIS LATE BREAKING NEW - POISON JUST HAD THE DIRTIEST NASTIEST RAUNCHIEST SEX KNOWN TO MAN, MONKEY AND DOLPHIN (you know flipper was a dirty freak with his scat fetish!) NOW WE SEND YOU OVER TO OUR VERY OWN KITTY BISH FOR THE LATEST DETAILS ON THIS TRIUMPHANT MOMENT IN POISONS COOTER HISTORY!
Why thank you Gunther. This is your on site reporter Kitty Bish coming to you live from the exact location where Tsunami Poisons Twat Juice first struck. Countless eye witnesses state the same story and I quote from this handy dandy notebook I stole from an episode of Blues Clues because Im cool like that...and it reads; "I've never seen anything like it. First there was some dirty sanchez followed by rusty trombones which led into twisted cranes and a very sudden movement into the ever famous and painful foot up your ass. Im just baffled." Another stunned woman stated..."what will I tell my children!!! whyyyyyyyyy, dear god whyyyyyyy"
No one knows exactly what brought on this sudden attack of dick sucking cooter licking anal pong tossing pee hole brutality but one thing is clear, this is just the beginning of the insatiable attack we are now referring to as "Poisons Dick Fest '09"
The wind is picking up which is a tell tale sign of pussy farts on the horizon. He obviously plugged it too hard and pulled out way too quickly. Now Im going to get the hell out of here before Im engulfed by life threatening vaginal walls. This is Kitty Bish reporting live from Poisons couch. Back to you dickwads!
This newscast was brought to you by your FTN sponsers - Lady, Big Mac, Corvus, and Ammy. Oh and some sexy fly ass bitch named Me! Id do her!
ME: wooooo for Poison getting her sex on!
LADY: woot!!!!!!
LADY: lmao
ME: SUCK HARDER!
BIG MAC: WOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AMMY: all i get is ice cream
ME: TUG ON THE BALLS!
SEX MASTER POISON: lmfao
ME: OOO AMMY THINKS YOU SHOULD USE ICE CREAM
AMMY: lol
ME: see all she can do is laugh cuz her mouth is full
AMMY: why not
AMMY: and grapes
CORVUS: oh yeah totally!
ME: grapes for his grapes!
ME: sit on his face and give him the earmuffs
CORVUS: some of cheff's salty chocolate balls.. and some fudge um's!
ME: ooo salty balls for poison!
AMMY: omg
SEX MASTER POISON: omg
ME: damn corvus you got all detailedf and shit, you gotta be that graphic, what the hell is wrong with you there are kids in the room you god damn monger
SEX MASTER POISON: I can't stop laughing
ME: roflmao
ME: dont laugh too hard or youll bite down on princess sophia
AMMY: writes all this down
ME: USE A DIGITAL RUBBER SO YOU DONT GET DIGITAL ITCHIES
CORVUS: *laughs* no, but now i have to watch that eposide of south park :-P
ME: poi already had crabs this week
ME: rofl
ME: OKAY OKAY NO MORE COCK BLOCKING, IM HER IN 10 MINUTES AFTER THE GUY BUSTS!
ME: THAT IS ALL, CLASS DISMISSED
SEX MASTER POISON: lmfao
Why thank you Gunther. This is your on site reporter Kitty Bish coming to you live from the exact location where Tsunami Poisons Twat Juice first struck. Countless eye witnesses state the same story and I quote from this handy dandy notebook I stole from an episode of Blues Clues because Im cool like that...and it reads; "I've never seen anything like it. First there was some dirty sanchez followed by rusty trombones which led into twisted cranes and a very sudden movement into the ever famous and painful foot up your ass. Im just baffled." Another stunned woman stated..."what will I tell my children!!! whyyyyyyyyy, dear god whyyyyyyy"
No one knows exactly what brought on this sudden attack of dick sucking cooter licking anal pong tossing pee hole brutality but one thing is clear, this is just the beginning of the insatiable attack we are now referring to as "Poisons Dick Fest '09"
The wind is picking up which is a tell tale sign of pussy farts on the horizon. He obviously plugged it too hard and pulled out way too quickly. Now Im going to get the hell out of here before Im engulfed by life threatening vaginal walls. This is Kitty Bish reporting live from Poisons couch. Back to you dickwads!
This newscast was brought to you by your FTN sponsers - Lady, Big Mac, Corvus, and Ammy. Oh and some sexy fly ass bitch named Me! Id do her!
ME: wooooo for Poison getting her sex on!
LADY: woot!!!!!!
LADY: lmao
ME: SUCK HARDER!
BIG MAC: WOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AMMY: all i get is ice cream
ME: TUG ON THE BALLS!
SEX MASTER POISON: lmfao
ME: OOO AMMY THINKS YOU SHOULD USE ICE CREAM
AMMY: lol
ME: see all she can do is laugh cuz her mouth is full
AMMY: why not
AMMY: and grapes
CORVUS: oh yeah totally!
ME: grapes for his grapes!
ME: sit on his face and give him the earmuffs
CORVUS: some of cheff's salty chocolate balls.. and some fudge um's!
ME: ooo salty balls for poison!
AMMY: omg
SEX MASTER POISON: omg
ME: damn corvus you got all detailedf and shit, you gotta be that graphic, what the hell is wrong with you there are kids in the room you god damn monger
SEX MASTER POISON: I can't stop laughing
ME: roflmao
ME: dont laugh too hard or youll bite down on princess sophia
AMMY: writes all this down
ME: USE A DIGITAL RUBBER SO YOU DONT GET DIGITAL ITCHIES
CORVUS: *laughs* no, but now i have to watch that eposide of south park :-P
ME: poi already had crabs this week
ME: rofl
ME: OKAY OKAY NO MORE COCK BLOCKING, IM HER IN 10 MINUTES AFTER THE GUY BUSTS!
ME: THAT IS ALL, CLASS DISMISSED
SEX MASTER POISON: lmfao
Friday, September 18, 2009
You Really Are Deranged
Here's to people who never stop inspiring.
The Kitty Bish is dancing in a club, mind you, not surrounded by anyone she really knows except for one awesome lady (Love Ya Top). Would my night be of any interest if I didnt get a random message from some scum bag I stopped talking to a very long time ago? Of course not. Because if there werent stupid people, there would be no FTN! and without FTN! people wouldnt be entertained and puppies would have to be maimed (Thanks Poi).
Here's a clue. Just for any of the dimwitted freaks who so happen to inhabit the earth, sadly taking up space. Any comment about the girl or her life outside of the confines of the place you so see the Kitty Bish is never up for discussion. Comments about race will automatically get you blacklisted. Being so bold to attempt to talk to me now only shows your stupidity. And I feel sorry for you.
Lets make this really clear, really quickly, because apparently is wasnt clear the first time. My connection with any place does not dictate my reactions to moronic speech. I dont care if Im in a room of vamps or clowns, its all the fucking same to me. My stand on rascist commentary does no waver because of a title I wore in the past and does not waver now because I no longer hold that title.
Flattery gets you absolutely nowhere. Telling me "you were one of the cool people," just makes me laugh at you. You got banned from a place because you were an asshole, whether I was "family" back then or not. People stood by that choice and still do and telling me I should be over your rascist moment only clarifies to me one thing; people dont change. Some people are clearly lost to their own ignorance.
If you think, for a moment, that something only matters if I have people to back me...you are sadly mistaken. I dont need anyone to back me, no one to stand ground beside me or defend my name or nature. There are certain battles that just arent worth my energy, not even for a second and are easily dismissed. There are certain battles that deserve to be fought, perhaps pointless, but I'll do my part by not staying voiceless on the matter.
Crash, if you think being a rascist in any form of the word is something that can be easily dismissed by conducting such acts in a fantasy world, I am sad for you. If your fantasy is to only magnify the lack of braincells you really have, then so be it. But keep that noise to yourself. Its the ugliest form of human behavior and I can only send my condolescences for the people who have to breath your air.
FTN! to people who disgrace themselves in ignorance and further shame themselves in denial. Ugly is ugly, hope you see that soon enough.
The Kitty Bish is dancing in a club, mind you, not surrounded by anyone she really knows except for one awesome lady (Love Ya Top). Would my night be of any interest if I didnt get a random message from some scum bag I stopped talking to a very long time ago? Of course not. Because if there werent stupid people, there would be no FTN! and without FTN! people wouldnt be entertained and puppies would have to be maimed (Thanks Poi).
Here's a clue. Just for any of the dimwitted freaks who so happen to inhabit the earth, sadly taking up space. Any comment about the girl or her life outside of the confines of the place you so see the Kitty Bish is never up for discussion. Comments about race will automatically get you blacklisted. Being so bold to attempt to talk to me now only shows your stupidity. And I feel sorry for you.
Lets make this really clear, really quickly, because apparently is wasnt clear the first time. My connection with any place does not dictate my reactions to moronic speech. I dont care if Im in a room of vamps or clowns, its all the fucking same to me. My stand on rascist commentary does no waver because of a title I wore in the past and does not waver now because I no longer hold that title.
Flattery gets you absolutely nowhere. Telling me "you were one of the cool people," just makes me laugh at you. You got banned from a place because you were an asshole, whether I was "family" back then or not. People stood by that choice and still do and telling me I should be over your rascist moment only clarifies to me one thing; people dont change. Some people are clearly lost to their own ignorance.
If you think, for a moment, that something only matters if I have people to back me...you are sadly mistaken. I dont need anyone to back me, no one to stand ground beside me or defend my name or nature. There are certain battles that just arent worth my energy, not even for a second and are easily dismissed. There are certain battles that deserve to be fought, perhaps pointless, but I'll do my part by not staying voiceless on the matter.
Crash, if you think being a rascist in any form of the word is something that can be easily dismissed by conducting such acts in a fantasy world, I am sad for you. If your fantasy is to only magnify the lack of braincells you really have, then so be it. But keep that noise to yourself. Its the ugliest form of human behavior and I can only send my condolescences for the people who have to breath your air.
FTN! to people who disgrace themselves in ignorance and further shame themselves in denial. Ugly is ugly, hope you see that soon enough.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
No ATM Needed
Heres a story for you...
There once a poor sad creepy man who liked to put out money to buy peoples time. For all his excuses, at the end of the day, offering sprees to anyone you rarely speak to is buying someone. The Kitty Bish didnt take the money mind you, despite peoples opinions, Im not a whore. Surprise surprise right? So the guy starts inviting the kitty to go to some formal dances, gets a little too caught up in memories of a dance had, oh I dont know, two years ago? He does the cheesy kiss on the cheek and the odd bowing randomly. The unfiltered flattery and the asking of personal information.
So the Kitty Bish decides, this is a little odd and should let it be known. When the hell do we bite our tongues here at FTN! Never, exactly. So, in a very polite way, again despite popular opinion, the Bish has manners, the feelings are voiced.
Mind you, advice was given by others to take the money and run. To engage in some pointless arm candy moment in order to take someones earned cash. Heres a rule of thumb, if you take money, very large sums of money or a roll of quarters (in case you are easy) in turn for sex, you's a hoe. If you take the same for dances, arm candy to events, talking, cuddling, standing, breathing next to someone who isnt a friend or spouse...guess what...yep! Yous a hoe.
So the guy says I got it all wrong. Its not like that and his first wife felt the same way, left him for being so generous with all of his islands which he lets people use and live on rent free because he is such a nice person blah blah blah. Yes, I get it. You are generous. But whats the difference between generosity and buying affection and company? Oh I know. You dont know me.
Sure, go to the salvation army and donate some stuff. Doesnt mean you are a needy pervert buying people. But if you expect those poor people to go out with you or accept uninvited kisses or comments (I.E. "where do you live, city state location?") then yes, you are a weirdo.
So the guy says he's sorry. Does the really sad sigh thing and poofs. Convo over? I think not. If it were that easy, there would be no FTN! to write. So a little bit of time passes. And the guy, low and behold, comes back and comments..."after thinking about it, I dont know what I did wrong. I hope we can still be friends." But see, I dont have it all wrong. You pick random chicks to buy who so happen to end up as your partner or "special lady." I got the picture crystal clear.
Convo continues with "swoon, please. Your words get harsh over a kiss on the cheek." FYI swoon is not harsh. FYI, what random guy kisses me anywhere without an invite? FYI maybe what I deem acceptable is not the same as you. FYI apologizing for said unwanted kiss then saying its nothing is stupid and half assed. A kiss on the cheek is nothing to most. For me, you dont touch me without an invite. My close friends, they know the limits. Someone I have talked to maybe 5 times in two years...you have no room to be in my bubble, ever. You dont like my rules, tough fucking tittie. Which moves me to my next moment of clarity.
So I say the word "fucking" with a beautiful response of "I dont use language like you do." So I say, I use english. Im told to use better english..."do you need to curse to make a point." So I say You going to cry because I cursed. He says "no, just makes me think less of you."
Heres where I slice my wrists because my world has ended. Im not sure what planet you are from. But in my world, I can say whatever the FUCK I want. Not one single person is going to stifle me. Not one single person is going to school me on what to say or how to say it. If I want to say FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK I will. Apparently, this makes me less of a person. Now I must redeem myself. I know! Ill take some sad pathetic lonely ass mans money and then pretend like I give a flying fuck when he talks about Yanni and Amish country. This will make me better. Oh wait, I know. Ill take this suckers money and act like Im soooooo happy to waste my time with this chump all the while laughing at him for being the assclown that he is. This makes me good. No, wait, I got it! I will be a sheep and do exactly what you want me to do because everyone else does it and would do it. Then all the world will love me and I will be defined as a good person who is thought highly of.
NEWSFLASH: I.dont.care.what.you.think.of.me. Not blood or water, friend or foe can make me feel shitty. I am sorry you are that lonely. Im sorry you need to buy people. Im sorry you are just a really sad person. Im sorry you have tantrums when you dont get your way. Id be happy to hook you up with some trifling hoes I know of. They would be happy to take your money and grin at you. Because THAT is the true definition of woman. What a gentleman you are. Join the self proclaimers dear, one of the many.
People who try to buy affection...FTN!
There once a poor sad creepy man who liked to put out money to buy peoples time. For all his excuses, at the end of the day, offering sprees to anyone you rarely speak to is buying someone. The Kitty Bish didnt take the money mind you, despite peoples opinions, Im not a whore. Surprise surprise right? So the guy starts inviting the kitty to go to some formal dances, gets a little too caught up in memories of a dance had, oh I dont know, two years ago? He does the cheesy kiss on the cheek and the odd bowing randomly. The unfiltered flattery and the asking of personal information.
So the Kitty Bish decides, this is a little odd and should let it be known. When the hell do we bite our tongues here at FTN! Never, exactly. So, in a very polite way, again despite popular opinion, the Bish has manners, the feelings are voiced.
Mind you, advice was given by others to take the money and run. To engage in some pointless arm candy moment in order to take someones earned cash. Heres a rule of thumb, if you take money, very large sums of money or a roll of quarters (in case you are easy) in turn for sex, you's a hoe. If you take the same for dances, arm candy to events, talking, cuddling, standing, breathing next to someone who isnt a friend or spouse...guess what...yep! Yous a hoe.
So the guy says I got it all wrong. Its not like that and his first wife felt the same way, left him for being so generous with all of his islands which he lets people use and live on rent free because he is such a nice person blah blah blah. Yes, I get it. You are generous. But whats the difference between generosity and buying affection and company? Oh I know. You dont know me.
Sure, go to the salvation army and donate some stuff. Doesnt mean you are a needy pervert buying people. But if you expect those poor people to go out with you or accept uninvited kisses or comments (I.E. "where do you live, city state location?") then yes, you are a weirdo.
So the guy says he's sorry. Does the really sad sigh thing and poofs. Convo over? I think not. If it were that easy, there would be no FTN! to write. So a little bit of time passes. And the guy, low and behold, comes back and comments..."after thinking about it, I dont know what I did wrong. I hope we can still be friends." But see, I dont have it all wrong. You pick random chicks to buy who so happen to end up as your partner or "special lady." I got the picture crystal clear.
Convo continues with "swoon, please. Your words get harsh over a kiss on the cheek." FYI swoon is not harsh. FYI, what random guy kisses me anywhere without an invite? FYI maybe what I deem acceptable is not the same as you. FYI apologizing for said unwanted kiss then saying its nothing is stupid and half assed. A kiss on the cheek is nothing to most. For me, you dont touch me without an invite. My close friends, they know the limits. Someone I have talked to maybe 5 times in two years...you have no room to be in my bubble, ever. You dont like my rules, tough fucking tittie. Which moves me to my next moment of clarity.
So I say the word "fucking" with a beautiful response of "I dont use language like you do." So I say, I use english. Im told to use better english..."do you need to curse to make a point." So I say You going to cry because I cursed. He says "no, just makes me think less of you."
Heres where I slice my wrists because my world has ended. Im not sure what planet you are from. But in my world, I can say whatever the FUCK I want. Not one single person is going to stifle me. Not one single person is going to school me on what to say or how to say it. If I want to say FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK I will. Apparently, this makes me less of a person. Now I must redeem myself. I know! Ill take some sad pathetic lonely ass mans money and then pretend like I give a flying fuck when he talks about Yanni and Amish country. This will make me better. Oh wait, I know. Ill take this suckers money and act like Im soooooo happy to waste my time with this chump all the while laughing at him for being the assclown that he is. This makes me good. No, wait, I got it! I will be a sheep and do exactly what you want me to do because everyone else does it and would do it. Then all the world will love me and I will be defined as a good person who is thought highly of.
NEWSFLASH: I.dont.care.what.you.think.of.me. Not blood or water, friend or foe can make me feel shitty. I am sorry you are that lonely. Im sorry you need to buy people. Im sorry you are just a really sad person. Im sorry you have tantrums when you dont get your way. Id be happy to hook you up with some trifling hoes I know of. They would be happy to take your money and grin at you. Because THAT is the true definition of woman. What a gentleman you are. Join the self proclaimers dear, one of the many.
People who try to buy affection...FTN!
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