| All - no, wait, some - of the things I detest in one convenient globular spit of venom. Being late. Yeah, I know I am. But I do actually hate being late. Morons who play their music too loud thinking others can't hear it. Yeah I'm talking to you C600! PpL wHo tipe lkE dIs. Only acceptable in texts. Please use standard English. Deadlines. Animal cruelty People who think everyone has to be the same as them. Similarly, people who have a problem with the way I look. Ohmigod! I'm wearing a bondage skirt and not jeans. Ohmigod! My hair's not shade #06 Shite Highlighted Blonde. Omigod! I just don't, like, look like anyone's clone. It's called individuality. And it's quite fun once you get out of my face. Z-listers who don't seem to be famous for any talent whatsoever. Cliched I know, but I'm looking at you Abi Titmus, Lizzie Bardsley (you fraudster) and Jade Goody.....and then Jordan. Terrorists. No explanation needed. Fake tan. If I was meant to be orange, I would have been born a satsuma. No comments/replies on boards/email/livejournal. The world be ignoring me. Hypocrisy. Drives me mad, and a sign of stupidity. Women who have boob jobs for no particular reason. A waste of money that could have gone to a better cause, it's your *head* that wants modification. And it generally looks silly. Being told what to do. I AM TEH REBELZ. Or something. Teenage drunks. It's almost tragic that some people are incapable of having a good time until they're blitzed out of their brains. Vomit on the street. Use a fucking toilet or something! No one wants to see that. Sienna Miller. Just-hate-her-so-much. Those three girls at my school who were complete and utter bitches. Thankfully you're more pathetic than ever now. Speaking of school, that old spinsterish and yet married teacher whose name I thankfully can't remember. Why did you have it in for me? Jeez Louise. Rude and inconsiderate people. General I know, but this world is full of ignorant jackasses who don't take one moment to stop and think about other people's feelings. You share this world, y'know. There's so much more, but I have to stop here before I rage!vomit like Elizabeth Berkley in Showgirls. Thank you and goodnight. No spleens were damaged during this making of this ventage. My doctor told me so. If you were deeply affected by this storyline, please activate your index finger and proceed to the loves page where a cornucopia of happy giggly loveliness awaits to attend to your morale. |
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