whee livejournal

as much as i think the place is disgusting, i made adorable avatar things for it and I like them so much that I'm just gonna stop blogging here. Blogger needs some multiple-display-picture support.

so, go here and stuff. You may do the tagboarding on this one still, i like that thing; livejournal doesn't support them, the bastards.

fuck you guys!

It's like every time i have a good day someone's gotta make it end like shit on a stick before i go to sleep. The only logical solution now is to stop talking to people altogether cause you're all a bunch of wankers, every last one of you.

Point of interest: There isn't a woman in the world who isn't a selfish bitch. Think about Mary Wollstonecraft, she started this whole women's suffrage nonsense. What about those women who were perfectly content while NOT voting? Now it's fucking compulsory to do it! 


There were women who felt perfectly fine having men open doors and walk on the outside for them and not send them to jail when they committed a crime. Still, no, all those revolutionary feminist bastards could think of was making themselves happy because they felt objectified and didn't like it boo hoo.


and men! We're fucking stupid, aren't we! Why are we still nice to women? They tell us they want to be treated equally so by god why the hell don't we! Yet we still open doors for them and do favours for them that we wouldn't do our closest male football teammate beer buddy; so now on top of having to treat them equally we've got to be chivalrous and shit. We can't even treat them as the equals they fought so hard to be. 


We can't insult them, we can't hit them, we can't tackle them, we can't mess with their hair. Why the flying fuck do we let such a clear double-standard slip by and not give two shits because we think we have a chance with this chick we're treating nicely? YOU'RE NOT GETTING HER SHE'S JUST USING YOU TO CARRY SHOPPING BAGS YOU DUMBASS.


The one thing probably I hate more than people at the moment would be people who think they know my family. And Joni Mitchell, because her voice has managed to get on my nerves and my brother doesn't stop playing her music.

Bottom line: It pays to have a vagina in this world because you can be as anal-retentive and ungrateful as you want yet still not get called out for it because society is pretty the fuck retarded.

Did i just have another birthday?

I had another birthday, an altogether awesome and fun one. I figure when the time comes I'll be cursing at being reminded that I'm getting old, so I might as well have fun with it now, right.

Michael Kwan got me a box thing. It's a very entertaining box thing, thanks Mike. I can't stop staring at it.

Then we went to Marina Barrage to do awesome shit like fly kites and smear cake icing on my face while being put in an armlock by a bear. Then eat the cake. Earlier on we managed to get the kite up pretty quick and it's not so much fun as it is satisfying that you manage get the piece of crap to stay in the air. Of course, with my luck, it started raining! So we had to bail and play bridge under shelter till it stopped.

Then it stopped! And we pranced and danced and cheered and skipped and trotted and frolicked out into the grassy field to try and get our cloth thing back up in the air. Of course, with my luck, it took us about 6 times as long to actually get it up this time. This is probably because Nicolette told me that if we managed to get the kite up she'd help me find someone I could date, and God (being God) overheard the conversation and had a few objections.

Then when we finally got it up, there came the long struggle of keeping the thing from falling. Which it promptly managed to do every time Ben appeared.

Moral of the story is that if I actually do manage to find a girlfriend, she's gonna fall for Ben. Stay the hell away from my girlfriend, Ben, I'm warning you.

In any case, thanks for making my birthday awesome, everyone. It was awesome.

Hi I'm Billy Mays

Well no I think he's dead now, but I'm telling you to get Skype.

Right now, you fucker, Skype. Swearing is macho, WHOARGH. That is all, I really have little to talk about nowadays, huh.

Woo!

I'm totally fuckin' drunk. It's like perpetual sleepiness, it's actually kinda cool.

Best part about being drunk is that when your dad is scolding you for drinking you seem to lack the ability to give half a living shit, worst part is the memory lapses. I completely forgot what I was gonna talk about.

Needless to say I wouldn't be drunk if i wasn't on the verge of emotional breakdown soon before so now you know.