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thedrink Aug. 14, 2004 -- 12:25 a.m. |
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| thedrink Username - The drink? What drink? Alcohol? Why did you name your diary after alcohol? Oh. You chose it from song lyrics. But... why? Just posting the lyrics isn't good enough. You really ought to explain them, too. First Impression - Your title is wrong. It should bo "Oops... I just said the f word." or "Oops, I just said the f word." Not "oops,... I just said the f word." Yeah, okay, I'm anal, we knew that already. Anyway, if a diary has a shitty title, it's an insight into how the rest of the diary is. Keep that in mind yo. Errors - That fucking title. Jesus, heard of archiving? 134 entries, all just running wild on your archive page. Do something about that. 7/10 Layout - It's a picture of a bottle. The links are purple. I was going to bitch about the purple, but I've grown to like it. The picture of the bottle is cut off though. I don't really like that. Was it too difficult to find a picture of a whole bottle or something? Design by this chick. She's cool. The bottle should be whole, though. Points off because it's not self designed and because the bottle isn't whole. 14/20 Content - I'm going to be nice and start at the beginning with you. Why? Because I'm fucking bored. Yay! ... Maybe I shouldn't have started from the beginning after all. I'm in fifteen entries and I really don't have anything to add yet. You've talked about guys, mostly. The fuck was this? I think he was trying to be polite, as opposed to the asshole you portrayed him as. I could be wrong, though. Maybe you're used to dealing with guys who make you push cars. Okay, you no longer get my full attention. You have to share it with Pokemon, the Pikachu version. Why? Because that's the only game boy game I can find right now... meh. Oh, shut up, I could go play Tomb Raider or Chrono Trigger and then you wouldn't be getting any attention. you'd have to wait until tomorrow to get your damn review. So stop bitching. Pikachu is such a cute little bastard... awww. Woo! Level 15! Okay, okay, back to the review. I have to wait for my cheat site to load anyway. ... So, I'm gonna pretend that I didn't just wander off for half an hour to play fucking Pokemon. You really need to stop putting ellipses after commas. It's gramatically incorrect. Bitches. X. Computers, dear, not computer's. Computer is not a person. Computer is an object. Computers are multiple objects. God dammit I hate when people do that. You do it again here with "friday's". You talk about your boobs a lot, but you never show us any pictures. We want pictures, goddamit! I'm sixty entries in and I really don't want to read any more, but I must persevere! I must be strong for my people! Hrgh. So, while I was browsing your reviews, I couldn't help but notice how damn near every one of them mentioned how much you love yourself, and how they didn't like that. I'm all for self confidence, so I say good for you. Or at least, I would, if this weren't Diary Nazi and I weren't a bitch up at fucking midnight feeling super mega ULTRA pissed off. Truth is babe, I don't understand why you love yourself so much. You don't write particularily well, or about interesting things. You get wasted , or talk abput getting wasted, on an almost regular basis. You're twenty one. You used to be angsty. You whine. You're completely fucking normal, and no better than any other twenty one year old out there. And I still haven't seen any tits, dammit. If you are going to brag about your chest, you really ought to back it up somehow. Oh god! How DARE some random woman sit in my desk, despite the fact that the college paid for it and the desk is not assigned and does not have my name on it anywhere! WOE IS ME! WHAT AN EVIL BITCH! SHE MUST DIE!!! Come on. It's a motherfucking DESK. I'm sure you've taken other peoples' desks before too, you fucking bitch. Did I mention I was pissed off? Yeah? Just making sure. It's pastimes, dammit. Not past times. PASTIMES. ONE WORD. ONE T. If you don't believe me, Dictionary.com, bitches. You're ah.. not funny. You're not interesting. Accept it and move on. You're not fucking somebody. You're o--oh my god! The radio is playing March of the Pigs! By Nine Inch Nails! -insert moshing here- -if i... you know... had a mosh pit or something- -shut up.- So, I was going to bitch at you, but then they played NiN on the radio, and that makes me happy, so you're saved. Okay, this is me judging you. AVRIL FUCKING LAVIGNE?! What were you ON?! "He was a sk8ter boi!" Come on now. If you were really as great as you like to act, you would have known better than that. Pictures of the dog, but still no breasts. What. The. Hell. Thank the gods! I am done! At long last, after forty years of wondering in the desert, we have found salvation! Christ. Note to self: don't EVER start from the beginning ever again. Your writing is boring. You don't write about things I care about. You're amusing sometimes, but the rest of the time, I want to put you through a window. Stop acting like you're queen of the fucking world, because clealy, that's my job. Stop talking about how "empty" and "heartbroken" you are. You're still a kid. I know that legally you're an adult, but come on, when was the last time the fucking government got anything right? Yeah. Exactly. 22/65 Would I Come Back? - Maybe to see if this warranted an angry entry. I doubt it will, but one never knows. 1/5 Bonus - Two words: nipple piercings. +2/5 Total - 46/100. I'm going to go play Pokemon now. Fucking addictive game.. Reviewed by Amanda | ||
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