Showing posts with label his dancing makes my feet sad. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 25, 2008

diddy knows best

cause he's right.
i feel like i can title all of my blogertons "bitchassness is at a level orange"

and not just because i hate everything. (though for the most part i do)
shit really does suck these days

i hear most rant about the state of music. which i agree, it's pretty bad.
but i find with advancements like i tunes, limewire and pandora, that stress is easily avoidable.

ten seconds
you're wack
delete and/or next


what really tans my hyde is the caliber of movies being pumped out and overly advertised these days. ima pisces, i love to escape. books cost, and i owe the 'berry dinero (which i have no intentions of paying)
movies are free, so a good percentage of my free time is spent watching 'em.
you hear a horrible song, you've wasted four minutes. bad movie????? two hours you will NEVER GET BACK

okay okay blah blah blah

with all that said, i just can't help but to share some good experiences i have in life. 'specially when it's a scary movie that hasn't completely ripped of asian cinema

saw the original
and it was bad
soooooooo, you're REALLY gonna remake it?????

i can rant for days, so ima stop (let's not even start on how your friend and humble narrator hasn't even kissed a boy since june. getting old sucks, but that's for another time)

xoxo

twas everything i wanted slither to be
a campy, smooth old-school gore-fest
plus the added joy of robert englund
chea!

devintheobscure

devintheobscure
nasty nate wants my cocktail fruit