isn't this sad? i actually have time to type the same entry twice (stupid computer wouldn't cooperate). it's hard being grounded, especially if you're not even sure if you're really grounded.
tsk. 'tis the season to be jolly (everytime i hear this word i mistake it for a barok somebody calling me) and 'tis definitely time to party, BUTEDENAGEN... bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep goes my life line. they have pulled the plug on my social respirator (yeah, as if i'm not having enough problems with this) and i am now, a sad social cadaver. open me up, explore my insides and learn from the mistakes that landed me in this cold metal bed. haha. cheese.
anyway, i'm done with all this negativity. hatred is weighing on me, and it's not even directed to anyone in particular. it's just pure, unadulterated, non-specific hatred. i hate. i'm a hater. i should stop.
what know what afro-saxon means? they are those white kids who act black. think Justin Timberlake, Nick Carter and that other kid that looks like Nick Carter's brother. why do boy band boys choose the path to afro-saxonity? do they do this to compensate for the extreme cheesiness that they infested the 90s with? so how does being an overly confident, egotistic, sex-crazed nigga help the situation? (ok, i'm not saying black people are like that, it's just that those hip-hop kids like being treated that way)
ayoko na. ang gusto ko havaianas. *best please-santa smile*
