discipline thy name is crap

let' see, kardashian: whore, lohan: racist cokewhore, hilton: ugly, racist, cokewhore. blah, blah, blah, how could she, where were her parents, why i never, yadda, yadda, yadda. anywho, i quit my job and i've been avoiding doing any real writing long enough so witness my latest effort to  keep from doing any real writing.  methinks, i'll wax pissed off  on all the stupid cheese that you just finished hating yourself for watching/reading/blogging about til 3am. this is actually fun, it's like you're talking to someone in a critical burn unit. they just sit there smoldering and you can blather on about whatever pops into your head. btw, do you think if there was an "extreme" flavor of Dr. Pepper it'd be called Dr. Pepperspray? would it taste like border patrol armpit hair? is that "extreme", sorry "EXTREME!" enough for you?  honestly, i did this cause some cooze, who lives in my freaking neighborhood is the darling of hollywood and has this great movie that everyone can't stop talking about coming out and is so edgy and fuck!  i'm so jealous i could scream. (she's not a cooze, that's unfair, she's actually kind of hot but that makes me hate her more but whatever. go with god i wish her the best.  i can be such a woman sometimes. oh well. i'll try to do this everyday so as not to blunt the razor's edge of my misanthropy on the dry stone of unemployment. smell you later.