Holier than Thou

Fuck you, with a giant rusty nail studded club.

Say what you want about me. Call me a bimbo. Assume I don’t have depth. Treat me like a total airhead. BUT DO NOT EVER SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT MY FRIENDS.

“Oh I’m so noble, I worry about you getting too influenced by your outside company,” YOU BIG RETARDED SHITHOLE. Do you know how wrong that is on so many levels?

First of all, my friends care about me as much as my parents do. They don’t let me run wild and free and they actually are concerned about me getting hurt or in trouble. Sure we drink and shit, but we look out for each other. They’re not like some shady triad that runs around screaming hokkien vulgarities brandishing parangs and rotans. They’re freaking human beings too, douchebag.

Secondly, did nothing I say go through your thick head? I broke up with my ex boyfriend BECAUSE he started smoking. And all of a sudden, I’m going to turn into a juvenile delinquent since I hang out with non christians? Narrow minded piece of shit. I can’t begin to explain how presumptuous and stuck up your comments make you sound.

I can’t blame you for not knowing the full picture, but I can blame you for passing undue judgment, sticking up your nose at my friends and taking things (i.e. me) at face value. You can take that fake worrying and choke on it.

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On a happier note, guess what arrived in the mail today!

Yeah! Free entry into Phuture and Zouk! New reason to club during the weekends. My brother said the only reason I got it was because I have boobs. That can’t be right. Maybe I’ll go ask the bouncer again.

~ by immclovin on July 7, 2008.