so upon reading ms. brown’s article in the squelch which sean provided the link for, i realized something depressing. i completely embody the second sentence of her “diatribe”:
Amazingly, in some cities white middle class youth waste their lives going to overpriced universities in preparation for withering away in a cubical instead of taking advantage of all the riches that gutterpunkdom has to offer.
i don’t know if ups counts so much even though it was overpriced, but i feel the tacoma aroma sound which is more pungent than puget possibly decreases its monetary value a little. oh wait, but i still paid for it. exorbitantly. and what did i learn? bullshit! and now what am i doing? stuck in a shit-cube every damn day! making up stupid fake hyphenated words in order to indulge my predilection for swearing and probably trying to be “cute.” i might as well just bang my head on the wall of said soft pliable shit-cube and not even gain knots and bruises. bloody nose? ha! not in this lifetime, shit-cube-sucker. might as well just beat your hyphenated nonsense which isn’t even funny into the ground with a fuck-hammer-hammer-fuck-fuck-hammer.
Taking shit personally, much?
GIRL! It’s your mother fuckin’ birthday. You are wonderful and glorious. Don’t attach yourself to that sentence. That ain’t you, yo!
technically tomorrow is my mother fucking birthday.
and really i just like to hyphenate things. i certainly wasn’t taking it personally.
hee hee.
I’m now *aspiring* to such a shit-cube existence, so you still have a shit-leg up on fuck-me.
you’re dirty.
but by jove you’re right. do you think kristen even mentioned you to bob yet? you should harangue her.
i did! i did! he says you have to turn in your tap app before anything can happen (anywhere, in the world). funny how you won’t read this and thus will never know.
michele: i’m with you. shit cube all the way.
no you’re not. you’re going to school. you are hardly shit-cubing it. i mean, sure you might be currently and you might end up back in one after school but….uh…..yeha ok you’re right. you’re not special. you’re just a shit-cubist.
make bob give me an aa3 tap job! me! screw-sean!
happy birthday michele!
and btw-hey at least you get a shit-cube. all i got is a shit-desk. but even that is an improvement cuz when i started i had a shit-desk surrounded by fucking shit-fax machines and shit-phones that wouldn’t fucking stop ringing. but now i’m away from that shit and only have a shit-desk. one day i may aspire to a shit-cube.
Ahhh Jade has become as dissatisfied and disillusioned as the rest of us. woo-hoo!
Pooplo Picasso was a shit-cubist, too. Be proud!
fuckhammer.