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pain-junkie Jul. 22, 2004 -- 11:48 p.m. |
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| pain-junkie Username - It screams angsty teenager. First Impression - I feel like your layout is going to try to give me a blowjob at any given moment. I fear for my nonexistant penis. You also have an obscene amount of links. It's actually sort of overwhelming. Errors - Eeeeeek capitalization. You knew it was coming. But you "refuse to capitalize" so whatever. I myself "refuse to give good scores to people who can't press a fucking shift key" so really, it all works out well. You also can't spell worth a damn. 4/10 Layout - Now I'm kind of starting to look forward to that blow job. I like the Jack Off Jill lyrics, but I fail to see what they have to do with lips. Oh well. I bet it's one of them damn artsy things. Or maybe you just like random pictures of lips. The world may never know. 14/20 Content - You're going to be a fucking joy, aren't you? And for the record, I'm not so sure "momentarial" is a word... Either you care, or you don't. You can't have it both ways like that. It doesn't make sense. Unconditional , not inconditional. Bullshit. It's irresponsible of you to blame YOUR feelings and YOUR emotions on other people like that. You have control over that you feel, not your best friend. It's suffering, not "sufferement". You need some serious help with spelling. Dictionary.com. Jesus, you're dramatic. Yeah, let's all sit around and stoop to eachother's levels. Fucking retard. Haven't you ever heard the phrase an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth leaves the whole world blind and toothless? You are one sad motherfucker. Literally, sad. Lighten up a little, huh? You're sixteen years old. You've got your entire life ahead of you. Go outside. Run around. Look at flowers. Do you like flowers? I like flowers. Take time to feel the rain on your face and notice the colors. People are stupid, don't get so caught up in them. You start sentances with "&" a lot. It gets annoying. So, okay, here's what I've got figured out so far: your mom is a bitch, you're sixteen, you cut [surprise surprise], and you don't like "preps". I'm about to rip you a new one. Pregnant women and small children may wish to leave the room. What the FUCK is your problem? You're not the only person in the world with parental issues, you know, so it would be nice if you could remove your head from your ass and get over it. You don't need to cut. There is no reason to cut ever because cutting is fucking retarded. "Ooo, look at me, I am so DIFFERENT and I like the adrenaline and ooo it helps me cope." I've got news for you, excercising will do the same damn thing and you'll feel a lot better in the long run. Excercise produces endorphins [the happy chemical], bee-yatch. Now, the preps statement. Tell me, why do you hate preps so much? NO. WRONG. I DON'T CARE. You're being a judgemental twit when you make a blanket generalization like "i hate preps". You're being a fucking douchebag. You hate preps, huh? Well I hate pseudo-depressed people who are just as bad as people they claim to despise, but are too fucking stupid to realize it. In addition to all of this, you never make any effort to be happy. It's all just wallow, wallow, wallow, O woe is me, why can't happiness fall into my lap? Okay, done ragging on the personality. On to the writing. You've got the whole emotion thing down flat. Your entries are a nice length and even my retarded fruit fly attention span could take it. However, that doesn't mean I enjoyed reading your diary. Your entries reek of pre-teen angst, you suck at spelling, and you don't capitalize. And I still haven't gotten my blowjob. 17/65 Would I Come Back? - Maybe if there was free oral sex involved. 1/5 Bonus - Everybody loves Jack Off Jill. Vivica is a good song, and frankly, I'm glad you didn't use lyrics from Strawberry Gashes. +1/5 Total - 37/100. When you stop wallowing in depression, I'll stop being such a bitch. Learn to laugh at yourself. It'll come in handy. Reviewed by Amanda | ||
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