[psalm 119:105 thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path]
[so am i still waiting, for this world to stop hating]
[you could slit my throat and with my last gasping breath i will apologise for bleeding on your shirt]
it's my first post, for this blog. and though i have blogged before, in xanga, this is gonna be different. kuz for once, i'm actually gonna open up. i mean, sure, i had a blog before, but it was meant for other peeps to read and comment and laugh over, kuz i leaked no secrets and i kept a diary where i really said what i thought and/or felt. but that's gonna change now, kuz i'm going to use a blog for its danged use.
this is gonna be short, kuz i'm gonna fall asleep in about ten minutes.
let me rant on
i hate goths. i've always hated goths and i still hate them. i hate the concept. i hate the way people moan on about how miserable they are, pretending they know how heartbreak and pain feel, when actually none of us do. i hate their music - marilyn manson, cradle of filth. i hate the way they dress. black, black, and more black. fishnets, laced boots. i hate their pale drawn faces and their contrasting limp hair. i hate the stupidity of cutting yourself, thinking about suicide, no, dreaming of it, revelling in it. i hate the pride goths show that they are goths, when there is nothing to be proud of about the fact that you enjoy blood, death, and self-demolishing. i hate the icons there are on the net, of stick skinny people saying they're fat. i hate the goth wannabes. i hate the pictures of bleeding eyes. i hate the bitter statements.
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ladida. ok i have utterly nothing to talk about because the only thing that currently occupies my mind is the joyful prospect of sleeping. i'll attempt to talk a little, like, well, just rattle on like i normally do. it's really annoying china fuckin blocks blogspot or something, itz good. anyhow, my layouts kinda weird right now kuz i can't decide what pic to put on the left.
i wanna go to an old folks home sometime. sigh if only i can drag li-en to go with me, hahaha but she'll probably be more willing to buy jeans. i was reading seventeen, and they said girls should not wear baggy jeans kuz they distort one's figures and i'm just like OOPS i see not the wrong in baggy clothes. if one does HAVE the figure one can feel free to wear tubes and skimpy tops with skirts that barely cover one's ass or jeans that are so tight they won't fit up my calves.
i'll hang up now, update tomorrow, g'nite.
olivia wilde (alex, in the oc) is so damned pretty.
i was green-ed at 2:27 am