I miss the good old days, when you could be amused by watching a stone roll down a hill, you could imagine being an astronaut and try to jump off a building, pretending to be in outer space, and such intelligent stuff.
Nowdays to keep yourself amused you need to reach down between your legs and actually do something! Who the HELL invented maturity?!
And the one who invented it, why did he have to chose a specific fucking age to when people are supposed to get mature?!
"Hey, how old are you?! 12??! Act your age!"
How about no, scotty?
The End.
fredag 20 mars 2009
lördag 14 februari 2009
Valentines Day Massacre
Valentines day, another bullshit day we thought of because we wanted people, for once, to be nice, caring and loving towards eachother. To me, this is like any other fucking day in my entire life. Now people might think "Maybe because you don't have a girlfriend, or boyfriend if you like? Then maybe you can spend time with your family?
How about no, idiot?
If I want to spend time with my family, I would spend time with my family and not on a specific fucking day where there's gay pink hearts everywhere, people running around like idiots telling eachother how much, in the entire world how much they love eachother, and not to mention the fact that we spend a shitload of money on gifts we could buy any other day on the entire fucking year, the only difference would be that there wouldn't be cuddly hearts and pink colors on it.
You can almost compare Valentines day with New Years Eve. It's almost the same thing, although on New Years Eve you decide to spend money on rockets and such useless shit and booze, so you can blow your hands and face up, get drunk and wake up the next day(hopefully), and think back to it and say to yourself "What the fuck did I do last night? Oh well, it was awesome" Yes, indeed it was when you blew up your face, your hands and your neighbours house. Not to mention that you made out with another girl and your girlfriend dumped you, had sex with another guy and then committed suicide due to depression.
So Valentines day is almost the same as New Years Eve, the difference is the colors and what you spend your money on.
For some reason people get more offended and even more depressed when you cheat on someone, or say something mean, on Valentines day, because it's supposed to be the "day of love" or something like that.
So that means if I would cheat on someone.. for an example, yesterday, which would be Friday the 13! "Oh noez, it's bad luck!" .. What's that smell?... Smells like BULLSHIT!
Anyway, so if I would cheat on someone on Friday the 13th they would just say "Ah shit, it's bad luck and I hate this day, maybe I'll find my REAL true love on Valentines day" Yeah, maybe you will?
Or maybe you won't? Maybe you will end up on a party with a shitload of horny chavs, get drunk and end up in a situation that 9/10 people enjoy.
Yes, dear you, I'm speaking of gangrape.
How about no, idiot?
If I want to spend time with my family, I would spend time with my family and not on a specific fucking day where there's gay pink hearts everywhere, people running around like idiots telling eachother how much, in the entire world how much they love eachother, and not to mention the fact that we spend a shitload of money on gifts we could buy any other day on the entire fucking year, the only difference would be that there wouldn't be cuddly hearts and pink colors on it.
You can almost compare Valentines day with New Years Eve. It's almost the same thing, although on New Years Eve you decide to spend money on rockets and such useless shit and booze, so you can blow your hands and face up, get drunk and wake up the next day(hopefully), and think back to it and say to yourself "What the fuck did I do last night? Oh well, it was awesome" Yes, indeed it was when you blew up your face, your hands and your neighbours house. Not to mention that you made out with another girl and your girlfriend dumped you, had sex with another guy and then committed suicide due to depression.
So Valentines day is almost the same as New Years Eve, the difference is the colors and what you spend your money on.
For some reason people get more offended and even more depressed when you cheat on someone, or say something mean, on Valentines day, because it's supposed to be the "day of love" or something like that.
So that means if I would cheat on someone.. for an example, yesterday, which would be Friday the 13! "Oh noez, it's bad luck!" .. What's that smell?... Smells like BULLSHIT!
Anyway, so if I would cheat on someone on Friday the 13th they would just say "Ah shit, it's bad luck and I hate this day, maybe I'll find my REAL true love on Valentines day" Yeah, maybe you will?
Or maybe you won't? Maybe you will end up on a party with a shitload of horny chavs, get drunk and end up in a situation that 9/10 people enjoy.
Yes, dear you, I'm speaking of gangrape.
fredag 6 februari 2009
Swed-o-Fail
And so people ask me why I hardly ever go outside my house. Why I never see other people?
Why I am such an asshole? Such a bitch.. Yeah, I wonder why. Maybe because each time I decide to see someone, someone that is more or less interesting, there's something that prevents me from seeing them again.
And by "seeing them again" I mean within the upcoming 3 months. I shouldn't complain, because I did see people I want to see.. I don't blame the people I see, I blame Sweden.
Isn't something way fucked up when it's cheaper to buy a ticket to go to Denmark, then fly from Denmark to London and back again, than buying a ticket and go further up in Sweden?
Where the fuck did we go wrong?!
Things here shouldn't be so got damn expensive.
Anyhow, there's few other things that's wrong here.
Apparently it's wrong to throw a newspaper in the head on someone you don't like. No, I didn't do it, but someone else did, and apparently that was wrong.
In my opinion, no, it wasn't. If it was for me to decide I would decapitate her. Fucking wanker.
No, the teacher said it was wrong and so did a few other numbnuts in the class. Until he got out to me and told me why he was thrown out of the classroom and I went "FUCK YEAH!" Because, frankly, I don't give a fuck about her. I can't help that I don't care for a bitch that no one actually likes. Oh dear, if she reads this she will get mad.. Again, I don't give a fuck, no names mentioned.
So where am I going with this?
Right, there's no fucking difference in the genders to be completely honest.
Yes, of course there's a difference, but not when it comes to this kind of stuff.
Just because you're a girl doesn't mean a guy don't have the rights hit you, but other men. No, either you have no fucking rights to touch anyone or you can hit anyone you wish. I'm not saying that I'm running around like a complete mental reject and bashing girls. Just saying that I should be allowed to. Girls can be as dangerous and strong as guys, but people don't think like that. They think that "Girls / women actually are the weaker sex and should be treated more carefully than guys" pfft yeah right, and that's not discriminating?
And besides, there is guys that are more girls than guys. For an example, emo-kids. Geez, is it a girl or a boy? Don't know..
And when it comes to pure emo-scene-whatever-o-kids, I try to stay away from them that refuse to show their face completely, you never know if it's a guy or a girl, and nor do they. They meet eachother, make out, go down on eachother and then they realize that they both had weewee's, woah, they're gay...
Or they're lucky and end up with someone with the opposite sex.
Anyway, what I actually wanted to say from the beginning, as I probably said, was that Sweden sucks. Society here sucks...
Let me kill someone and get away with it, pretty much each day, and I'll be amused.
Until then, fuck off and enjoy the ride.
Why I am such an asshole? Such a bitch.. Yeah, I wonder why. Maybe because each time I decide to see someone, someone that is more or less interesting, there's something that prevents me from seeing them again.
And by "seeing them again" I mean within the upcoming 3 months. I shouldn't complain, because I did see people I want to see.. I don't blame the people I see, I blame Sweden.
Isn't something way fucked up when it's cheaper to buy a ticket to go to Denmark, then fly from Denmark to London and back again, than buying a ticket and go further up in Sweden?
Where the fuck did we go wrong?!
Things here shouldn't be so got damn expensive.
Anyhow, there's few other things that's wrong here.
Apparently it's wrong to throw a newspaper in the head on someone you don't like. No, I didn't do it, but someone else did, and apparently that was wrong.
In my opinion, no, it wasn't. If it was for me to decide I would decapitate her. Fucking wanker.
No, the teacher said it was wrong and so did a few other numbnuts in the class. Until he got out to me and told me why he was thrown out of the classroom and I went "FUCK YEAH!" Because, frankly, I don't give a fuck about her. I can't help that I don't care for a bitch that no one actually likes. Oh dear, if she reads this she will get mad.. Again, I don't give a fuck, no names mentioned.
So where am I going with this?
Right, there's no fucking difference in the genders to be completely honest.
Yes, of course there's a difference, but not when it comes to this kind of stuff.
Just because you're a girl doesn't mean a guy don't have the rights hit you, but other men. No, either you have no fucking rights to touch anyone or you can hit anyone you wish. I'm not saying that I'm running around like a complete mental reject and bashing girls. Just saying that I should be allowed to. Girls can be as dangerous and strong as guys, but people don't think like that. They think that "Girls / women actually are the weaker sex and should be treated more carefully than guys" pfft yeah right, and that's not discriminating?
And besides, there is guys that are more girls than guys. For an example, emo-kids. Geez, is it a girl or a boy? Don't know..
And when it comes to pure emo-scene-whatever-o-kids, I try to stay away from them that refuse to show their face completely, you never know if it's a guy or a girl, and nor do they. They meet eachother, make out, go down on eachother and then they realize that they both had weewee's, woah, they're gay...
Or they're lucky and end up with someone with the opposite sex.
Anyway, what I actually wanted to say from the beginning, as I probably said, was that Sweden sucks. Society here sucks...
Let me kill someone and get away with it, pretty much each day, and I'll be amused.
Until then, fuck off and enjoy the ride.
söndag 28 december 2008
Enraged
I always hear people crying about their relatives died, friends died, pet died, everything died.
They died inside etc etc.
They want to bring them back from the dead, just for one day, to tell them everything they wanted to say and make everything right... And why didn't you dumb fucks do that when they were actually living? No, wait until they're laying there, on their deathbed, and then tell them all the lies and shit you've been hiding from them, not to hurt them and make their last few moments alive to a miserable hell, please do that.
So while everyone is complaining about the dead, I'm complaining, crying out loud for gods sake, about the living. Everyone keep whining and shit about the dead, but NO, NOT me, I don't give a damn about the dead, I care about the living! I WANNA SEE THEM DEAD.
No, I don't want to know how YOU are feeling, I don't want to know where YOU live, I don't want to know what YOU got this christmas, I don't want to know anything about YOUR family or YOUR life. So if YOU, yes YOU, would be so kind and please just understand the fact that I don't give a fuck about YOUR miserable life, YOUR pathetic ways of trying to get attention, MY attention, MY PRECIOUS FUCKING TIME, Leave me the fuck alone and let me be as happy as I can be, or at least let me try for gods sake. No, you keep coming back to say how YOU feel, what YOU've been doing, how YOUR life is going and how everything is either fucking PERFECT or fucking miserable in your puny, pathetic, unrealistic got damn life that no one, absolutely no one in this whole damn world gives a fuck about but YOU.
So in every friendship, when you get that moment, that specific moment, where you can say whatever to that person because it's the right time... I would just like to say to you: Please, dear you, go fuck yourself and take your friends with you.
If I want to talk with you, I would talk with you. I would be the one starting the conversation or I would actually tell you something like "Hey, you're nice, I want to talk with you." If I'm not actually the one starting the conversation, if I'm not the one actually giving you the compliments, please, don't do the same thing back because I don't give a damn.
So for all you incompotent miserable bastards out there who try to talk to me, fuck off.
To the rest, cheers!
And yeah, you know who you are, don't you? *blink blink*
Enough with the creepy stuff.. Scarying myself...
[Rage session over]
They died inside etc etc.
They want to bring them back from the dead, just for one day, to tell them everything they wanted to say and make everything right... And why didn't you dumb fucks do that when they were actually living? No, wait until they're laying there, on their deathbed, and then tell them all the lies and shit you've been hiding from them, not to hurt them and make their last few moments alive to a miserable hell, please do that.
So while everyone is complaining about the dead, I'm complaining, crying out loud for gods sake, about the living. Everyone keep whining and shit about the dead, but NO, NOT me, I don't give a damn about the dead, I care about the living! I WANNA SEE THEM DEAD.
No, I don't want to know how YOU are feeling, I don't want to know where YOU live, I don't want to know what YOU got this christmas, I don't want to know anything about YOUR family or YOUR life. So if YOU, yes YOU, would be so kind and please just understand the fact that I don't give a fuck about YOUR miserable life, YOUR pathetic ways of trying to get attention, MY attention, MY PRECIOUS FUCKING TIME, Leave me the fuck alone and let me be as happy as I can be, or at least let me try for gods sake. No, you keep coming back to say how YOU feel, what YOU've been doing, how YOUR life is going and how everything is either fucking PERFECT or fucking miserable in your puny, pathetic, unrealistic got damn life that no one, absolutely no one in this whole damn world gives a fuck about but YOU.
So in every friendship, when you get that moment, that specific moment, where you can say whatever to that person because it's the right time... I would just like to say to you: Please, dear you, go fuck yourself and take your friends with you.
If I want to talk with you, I would talk with you. I would be the one starting the conversation or I would actually tell you something like "Hey, you're nice, I want to talk with you." If I'm not actually the one starting the conversation, if I'm not the one actually giving you the compliments, please, don't do the same thing back because I don't give a damn.
So for all you incompotent miserable bastards out there who try to talk to me, fuck off.
To the rest, cheers!
And yeah, you know who you are, don't you? *blink blink*
Enough with the creepy stuff.. Scarying myself...
[Rage session over]
lördag 27 december 2008
In a world filled of me's would be nice
I am complaining about everything and right now I must say that I am damn bored.
I've been doing nothing for the last couple of weeks. People tell me that I got no life, but I wonder why?
First of all, I'm living in two of the most lame places in Sweden. One of these two is filled with chavs and imigrants, wannabe-gangsters and loads of douchebags, my mom asks me why I refuse to go outside and I just tell her "Because I don't feel like it", but really, it's because this place is shit, not the house we live in, but the town.
The other place I live in is filled with chavs, emo-kids and people who don't dare to do shit but shout things at you. It's filled with wimps and bitches, blonde bimbos who can't get laid because they don't dare to and wannabe-chavs who like to think they are so cool because they can masturbate for 5 minutes to a Pamela Anderson-poster without cuming.
So people wonder why I got no life? Yeah, so do I!
Maybe because I surrounded by mentally retarded idiots who barely can wipe their own ass after taking a dump, and can't get laid even if it was a invalid girl who can do nothing but say yes and spread her legs. How the fuck am I supposed to have a life in a society like this?!
Yes, people say I have friends, but do I? Really?
Friends, or should I say: even more mentally retarded idiots? My so called friends are idiots who think I like them just because I've spoken to them once or twice, but really I don't give a fuck about them either, and if it was for me to decide, they could just go and die somewhere.
So what does it mean to "have a life"?
Apparently, having a life these days is going to one or more, parties each weekend, getting smashed and raped, hanging out with people you don't like, having a work you don't want to go to, going to a school with people dumber than peanuts and knowing as many fucknuts as possible. Well aren't you just fucking perfect?
Me? No, I would say that "having a life" is more doing things you like to do.
To enjoy your day, enjoy the way you actually live, which in my case would be being alone.
Although people won't understand or accept the fact that I want to be alone and talk to just a few people that actually seem interesting, or nice.
Instead you keep going with whatever you do to annoy me and eventually end up with me, hating you and you still don't understand a got damn thing.
I've been doing nothing for the last couple of weeks. People tell me that I got no life, but I wonder why?
First of all, I'm living in two of the most lame places in Sweden. One of these two is filled with chavs and imigrants, wannabe-gangsters and loads of douchebags, my mom asks me why I refuse to go outside and I just tell her "Because I don't feel like it", but really, it's because this place is shit, not the house we live in, but the town.
The other place I live in is filled with chavs, emo-kids and people who don't dare to do shit but shout things at you. It's filled with wimps and bitches, blonde bimbos who can't get laid because they don't dare to and wannabe-chavs who like to think they are so cool because they can masturbate for 5 minutes to a Pamela Anderson-poster without cuming.
So people wonder why I got no life? Yeah, so do I!
Maybe because I surrounded by mentally retarded idiots who barely can wipe their own ass after taking a dump, and can't get laid even if it was a invalid girl who can do nothing but say yes and spread her legs. How the fuck am I supposed to have a life in a society like this?!
Yes, people say I have friends, but do I? Really?
Friends, or should I say: even more mentally retarded idiots? My so called friends are idiots who think I like them just because I've spoken to them once or twice, but really I don't give a fuck about them either, and if it was for me to decide, they could just go and die somewhere.
So what does it mean to "have a life"?
Apparently, having a life these days is going to one or more, parties each weekend, getting smashed and raped, hanging out with people you don't like, having a work you don't want to go to, going to a school with people dumber than peanuts and knowing as many fucknuts as possible. Well aren't you just fucking perfect?
Me? No, I would say that "having a life" is more doing things you like to do.
To enjoy your day, enjoy the way you actually live, which in my case would be being alone.
Although people won't understand or accept the fact that I want to be alone and talk to just a few people that actually seem interesting, or nice.
Instead you keep going with whatever you do to annoy me and eventually end up with me, hating you and you still don't understand a got damn thing.
onsdag 24 december 2008
If it was the end of the world, who would be saved first?
As the headline says: If it was the end of the world, who would be saved first?
I'd make a wild guess on.. humm, President of the United States?
Yeah, probably him, and as it is right now, he probably have an espace plan that will take him to safety, no matter what happens.
He probably got an espace plan if his dinner wouldn't be ready in time, that takes him directly to McDonalds where they already got a Big Tasty waiting for him.
Who would be saved second among that first wave of people? The most important people in the world, of course... Celebrties, or porn actors... Pretty much the same these days, but still.
My point is that they say we shouldn't judge people, everyone is equal, and yet they would do that kinda shit to us if something like "the end of the world" would happen. People would probably try to play hero and sacrifice, and honestly I wouldn't give a fuck about that "hero", if he/she is that got damn stupid and decide to sacrifice his/her own life for humanity, fine! At least I would be alive, but if anyone asked me to, I would tell them to fuck off. If I'm gonna die a horrible death, so should they, and as we are about to die, I would just tell them "Don't judge people, we're equal" and then I would laugh at them. Yeah bitches, right back at ya'!
Subject change...
Nah, screw it.
I'd make a wild guess on.. humm, President of the United States?
Yeah, probably him, and as it is right now, he probably have an espace plan that will take him to safety, no matter what happens.
He probably got an espace plan if his dinner wouldn't be ready in time, that takes him directly to McDonalds where they already got a Big Tasty waiting for him.
Who would be saved second among that first wave of people? The most important people in the world, of course... Celebrties, or porn actors... Pretty much the same these days, but still.
My point is that they say we shouldn't judge people, everyone is equal, and yet they would do that kinda shit to us if something like "the end of the world" would happen. People would probably try to play hero and sacrifice, and honestly I wouldn't give a fuck about that "hero", if he/she is that got damn stupid and decide to sacrifice his/her own life for humanity, fine! At least I would be alive, but if anyone asked me to, I would tell them to fuck off. If I'm gonna die a horrible death, so should they, and as we are about to die, I would just tell them "Don't judge people, we're equal" and then I would laugh at them. Yeah bitches, right back at ya'!
Subject change...
Nah, screw it.
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