i'd like to open my diary entry today with a well placed zinger. i like to pride myself on a few things in my life... like i don't need to thrive on my shitty life, or self mutilate, and even if i did i don't need to showboat it to the whole world and be all "oh look at me, i'm so deep and depressed and my life is so dark, i need a razor tro get me through." and have to put pictures of razors and shit in my layout. i don't need to pimp myself through dozens of negative adjectives to get my point across. and above all, i don't listen to nirvana.

so mr. westyrex (i'm not linking to you since you seemed to enjoy your "popularity") you can

on loan from the bohnger till she makes mine.

that "things to know" entry i just wrote is exactly for tardcore fuckwads like you. in fact, the entry before that is for you and your ilk as well... so again... eat a dick. you're not clever, you're not deep, you're just a fucking assgoblin that needs to justify your bullshit existence with your little "i need prozac so i don't kill myself" diary.

also, if you're going to try and insult me, try to know a few things about me. i did my research (and yeah it was fucking painful), please do me the courtesy of doing yours... but then again if you could possibly understand anything i was saying (and guess what, it's mostly about how i hate idiots like you) i don't think you'd be able to fire back with anything worthwhile... why? because i'm your superior in everyway possible. don't believe me? that's okay, all humans have narcism issues. it's ingraned in our genetic make up to believe we're the center of the universe. even martyrs are selfish and believe they're doing something so fucking great. and hey, incase you need a little help understanding what i just said, i have a little trouble speaking monosylabically. fucking motard.

the best part is, i know he's gonna be back here and read every word i just put, then try to fire back at me with something remotley insulting. i will be this fuckers obsession until he thinks that he's thwarted me, why? because that's how the internet works. so just to let you know mr. westy, bring it, i'm sure i'll tire of your inane babbling trying to call me a 12 year old hot topic shopper blah blah blah, i've heard it all before, and everyone's been proven wrong. so break out of your little fucking "oh i'm so hurt by everything and drugs and rocking out ruined my life, i need to go cut myself even though i'm a grown man and can't get out of some habit reserved for drama queen 14 year olds. oh no I'VE LOST EVERYTHING!!!" cry me a river bitch. it's one thing to write in your diary about it, that's your perogative... but if you're going to use that as your main pull to your fucking personal space, maybe you need to rethink what you're saying about yourself... cos all i see, is you being a fucking dumbass. [/end hazing dumbass]

after his fireback diary entry, i think i should change the title of this post to "thank you for once again showing the world, that i'm right, and you are always wrong."

-excelsior-