12:30 AM
I read the stuff on here and I guess this network's like spitting distance away from turning into Facebook. All this needs is a "like" button so everyone else can approve of life's petty bullshit with a big thumbs up instead of an actual pat on the back. Are you supposed to feel like a part of something big and mighty by sharing your nightmares and letting gossip fly on here, or what? I thought that sharing intimate secrets and bad dreams was for therapy with, you know, a shrink or whatever. My mistake.
I guess they don't hand out name tags here, either. So I'll stand up at the front of the class and introduce myself:
Hi. I'm Tate. I'm an worthless asshole in high school who will be an old worthless asshole in a dead end job, doing dead end worthless asshole work until I die. I hate my skanky mom and I hope she rots into maggot food after she reads this, and I think the world is going to Hell in a handbasket, which I'll climb inside and light on fire with a big shit-eating smile on my face.
Hey, it is almost December 21, 2012? If stuff is really going to end with Hell and handbaskets, it can't happen fast enough.
I guess they don't hand out name tags here, either. So I'll stand up at the front of the class and introduce myself:
Hi. I'm Tate. I'm an worthless asshole in high school who will be an old worthless asshole in a dead end job, doing dead end worthless asshole work until I die. I hate my skanky mom and I hope she rots into maggot food after she reads this, and I think the world is going to Hell in a handbasket, which I'll climb inside and light on fire with a big shit-eating smile on my face.
Hey, it is almost December 21, 2012? If stuff is really going to end with Hell and handbaskets, it can't happen fast enough.