We all know that I have done some dumb things in my life,men,men,men,liiiizzzz,painting my car no matter how cool it was.Well it seems that I have out done myself not only did I move my whole family to a town where they are now the highest in the country for unemployment but I did it with no money,a man who said he loved me but is crazy and doesnt even find me attractive and to join a family that helps me but so backward theyre really fucking me.figure this one out.Im so fucking stubborn that though I know the answer is to pack it in and go home I refuse to go self-destruction you may say?maybe but really my whole life there always came an end it always worked out by that point so everytime i think i may be getting to that point i hold on stubborn Irish I am .There really is nothing here and everything is in ny angrybob,my gaurdian angel,josh my best friend and all the other great people who are in my life and i miss kayla.but there is also poli,orlando,drama shitty jobs,people and my new found mnemesis joi who all are now welcome to make her life a living hell since that is my new job in life.her day is due mother of karma has spoken.now im just rambling just needed to vent i guess
gantor no feel good
I find your writing style obnoxious, bombastic, and without substance. It’s as if your muse is a drunken sailor who’s sticky sweet semen odor still lingers on your breath as you speak the words out loud as you type them in order to somehow make your bastardized and malformed ideas feel more legitimate. And as you channel that cantankerous and prurient drunkard you use his spirit as excuse to shout to your choir to sing back a refrain of dissent that nevertheless is comforting because it’s still attention and in the same minor key, like a leitmotif of quasi worship to the twisted deity of your ego.
Yours is a negligible and indifferent blog that speaks to no one but yourself Madam, and I shall recommend to no one to enter here unless madness they do seek.
Good day to you!
just because your ego is shattered and you need to trod upon mine with fancy words to make yourself feel alittle more like a man and less of an ewok i will pity you and hope you get a grip on your own manhood at some point of your existence
Typical woman having her ego feel trod upon due to some minor literary critique. Even I, who have accomplished so very much in the literary annals, who have been celebrated by countless readers across the globe, have enough self worth to withstand some criticim of said literary skills.
THe fact that your own ego feels trodded and the immediate jump is made to an attack on my sexuality tells me exactly where your ego really resides madam. CLearly it is a Freudian nghtmare of an ego that fills the ceaseless and empty echoing between your legs.
Good day again Madam.
I said good day!