Hm, journal. Normally I consider s**t like this to be too emo for me, but hey, it's not like anyone's going to read this so I'll just spill out my guts and complain about how my parents don't understand me! emo Yeeaah... or we could skip back to reality and I can think up some useless, pointless, retardedassshit topic to rant about. I don't do the whole ranting thing about s**t though. I just type, and type... and in the end I have some 'assively large pile of steaming s**t! eek Yep. If you're really looking to read some awesome-as-s**t rants I recommend you read the journal of a friend of mine, I n u. YES! THE PROPAGANDA FILTHSEEDS HAVE BEEN SEWN! YOU SHALL ALL REAP YOUR JUST REWARDS! Anyway. I have too much time lately so I figured "Whoo, journal, let's have us some fun!"....Although I feel like there should be some kind of point to all this typing. But not tonight, it's fuxin' 5 AM here. I might post again in this asstastic thing again... maybe. *poof!* ninja I AM A NINJA YOU DIRTY WHORE, TONY! I'm not just some retarded teenager that likes to play dressup.... emo Ahha! Here's the point! White and Nerdy is the awesomest song ever! And yeah, I don't do paragraph bullshit, I'm not the one trying to read this garbage! The red is afterthoughts that I've added in! o_O
Edit: Okay okay I can't sleep so here goes, let's spin the Wheel of Topic! *Random spinning wheel sound* Whee.... hm... still spinning... is this thing broken? Ah, there it goes. Emos? Alright, topic cocked, locked, and ready to rock. First we have the relatively quiet, but still kinda whiny type, I don't mind them too too much. But I hate the emos that make their emoness public knowledge by walking up to you and being like "So, I cut myself last night. There was blood." NO s**t? I'll show you blood, b***h. Your parents don't understand you, you're all alone? Well, in the immortal words of Maddox, "Not across the street... not down the road... through the jugular!"* Guaranteed to solve all your problems.**
*Google Maddox or The Best Page in the Universe. His s**t owns any journals you can find on Gaia. Just remember that it's his turf, and he's prone to bashing hatemail and fanmail alike.
**Without having been dead myself I can't actually guarantee this....
Please note, if anyone decides to label me as "emo" or "goth" or aannyy shizno like that, based on how I type, what I type, or especially what my avi looks like (That's retarded as s**t, people) I will deem them unworthy of my awesome aura that gives +4 damage per hit. I'm that kinda quiet type with a few close friends and wears whatever he finds in the recesses of his drawer, the kind who bottles stuff up then explodes at the smallest things... Well actually that's my lame excuse for knocking kids unconcious in the school hallways. But the rest pretty much sums me up. I don't follow fads, I don't start fads, I stay away from popularity because it corrupts you and loses yer real friends. Haha, yer... there's that Texan in me coming out. I think it' Texan... stare Damn accents and s**t and whoa, just a little offtrack there. Anyways, this is Sergieboy, signing off. Peace, peeps!
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