Me Against The OhI shook it off a couple years ago when you stepped your taint over that chunky white motion picture line. We all know you had no business dancing over there. Let me grab my diamonds and clothes, touch my vagina and go, and try to relate to how thirty something millionaires leave their boo. I asked my momma, she knew ( Read more... )

And with the changing seasons, thus thrust us into a bought of mediocrity. And the time has come for wannabes across the binary code to be struck with a sudden flash of inspiration and insight with regards to the usual fecal matter they spew forth. And the rest of us are left floating in a pool of dried brown logs; and everything else is a life ( Read more... )

A message from a disgruntled fast food employee:You sit there in your middle class homes with your nuclear family watching reruns of The Simpsons, which hasn’t been funny since 1995. Yet you laugh at the lame jokes. You yell obscenities at the TV when it amuses you. You shovel Kentucky Fried Chicken down your fat holes while glurping on a super ( Read more... )

Tonight was possibly one of the best sober nights I've ever had ( Read more... )

Great. Crazy night. Alice told Horgan that I liked Ideene. Horgan somehow incited a kiss between the two of us, then managed to say to me "Hit that ass like whoa" right in front of Mousse. Which led to me and Mousse staring at each other for about thirty seconds before anything was said. Also, Rose sucked my finger for like five minutes straight. ( Read more... )

For the people who went to Wylie motherfucking E, you will never ever believe who I saw yesterday. Never, you just won't. If you started guessing random people that I could have possibly run into on a Wednesday night (it's not even the weekend!), you wouldn't in a million years guess this person ( Read more... )

I looked her dead in the eyes. She stared back, cold, expressionless, a tinge of fury glinting in her eyes. "Back off Stephanie now. She's my friend and I'm not going to let you talk to her like that." "Please, what're you going to do? Stare me down to death. Stephanie, why don't you stop hiding behind your friend and man up when I'm talking to you ( Read more... )

Why does Livejournal have a fixation with the recently deceased? This person wasn't good enough to be recognized when they were alive, but when they die, let's reach back into history and remember all of their accomplishments. Who cares about what they did last year or the year before that or any other subsequent years when they were, you know, ( Read more... )

As much as I loathe this site and the majority of the foolish users on it, there’s something that keeps me from altogether packing up my e-bags. Livejournal is like those first couple of cigarettes your friends peer pressure you into smoking. Once the nicotine is in your system, it’s there and it’s not going anywhere. It’s like a can of Pringles. ( Read more... )

An analysis of Livejournal ( Read more... )