Miss Thing had the nerve to complain about her facebook being disabled because she was going under a fake identity, amidst 100s of 14 year olds pretending to be Miss Famewhore herself. Oh boo effin hoo!
On another note, I've been reading celeb blogs for way too long, it actually gave me a headache reading her stupid infantile rant on www.dlisted.com. Sure she's 22, but she should spend more time drinking and getting coked outta her mind then actually writing on her stupid blog or whatever. I don't think that facebook even has a blog thing on it either. Myspace does unfortunately, I haven't checked mine in ages because I have better things to do (I probably will go to it now out of curiosity...of course). Myspace went out with growing up and actually going out and talking to other people. Although, the entertainment you get from conversating with other people at the bar has been greatly limited these days. It must be my tolerance level for drunk assholes who think I'm saying "purple diarrhea"instead of "verbal diarrhea". Granted he really wasn't listening to me but eavesdropping on my conversation about the difference in speaking English and Spanish. How rude! But anyway, I haven't had fun at a bar in the past year given the circumstances surrounding my homelife and living with a wide range of addicted potsmokers and white-knuckling alcoholics. Yeah, it sounds all cute and shit but it also can be quite boring, seeing how much social anxiety can actually destroy a household in a year. And here I thought artists were supposed to be social animals, not egotistical control freaks with co-dependendency issues and loud mouth talkers so everyone can here their opinion on mac and cheese. Sigh. Yet it is almost over and soon all the records and "found art pieces" will be gone. If only I didn't have to wait till next year, maybe some day I will look upon this and laugh and think to myself "oh those were the days". No, I'll probably live by myself because this is SO NOT FUN!
I should probably do a seperate blog about the awesomeness of living in a flat with 6 other people. But I think I'll hold back in case someone actually reads this blog and starts spreading it to the people I live with and then they'll think I'm a bitch. I'm a secret bitch actually, I love keeping this sorta thing to myself. If I'm confronted, I'll gladly share my opinion about what I think of you, especially if you're a jerkface who thinks they're all that. Someone has to tell you, how will you get a boyfriend/girlfriend otherwise? I'm playing...nah, I just need to get this off my chest so I can go on with my day.
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