Guys, you gotta do me a solid here. My band has a HUGE opportunity to go on tour with some pretty famous people and to finally get our name out there. This could very well possibly be our big break. All you have to do is go to www.theunsignedtour.com/vote and type in “For The Record”. That’s all you have to do. It’d mean a lot to me if you did.
Anonymous asked: Who was your last post about?
A few different people.
So here’s why you suck. This is about no one in particular. Multiple people inspired it. But here’s why I think you suck.
You know why boys don’t like you? Because you’re a cunt. Plain and simple. I cannot break that down into simpler terms. You’re a cooze. You lack self-confidence, therefore reducing how attractive you are. Your other problem? You ask the question “Why don’t boys like me?”
Because when you ask shit like that I immediately think “There’s probably a reason why boys don’t like you. And I don’t want to find out.”
Wanna fix it? Don’t slouch. Sit with your legs crossed. Look like a goddamn confident woman for once in your life. If you make that a habit you might just feel better about yourself. I’m not kidding.
You suck because you have no real dreams or aspirations. You do. But you have no plan. You have a map. You have point A and point B. Which is all well and good. But all the shit in the middle, you know, the important stuff, just isn’t there. It’s like you took your broken-ass car and got all of the body work done to make it look all pretty but your engine’s rusted the fuck out.
You? You’re a cunt and you like to lead people on. And that doesn’t fucking fly in my book. Don’t say you’re all into me then ignore me all day the next day and text me at four in the morning saying that we should just be friends and then not even bother to text me back when I ask why. That’s not fucking cool and you fucking know it.
I hope things work out with you. Because you’re lovely and beautful and I had a lot of fun last night. Probably the most fun I’ve had in quite awhile even though you like to go to parks in the middle of the night where it looks super rapey. I hope you read this.
Cool story, bro. That’s all I need to tell you. I wish you’d fall off the fucking planet sometimes.
Ask me shit. You know how it goes.
New actual blog to follow some time tonight. Hoping for it to be a doozie.
So I’m putting all of my CDs that I have onto iTunes right now and I come across a lot of old Mix CDs that Shilly made me when we were together that I kept because, frankly, she had some good stuff on there. And to tell you the truth, it’s weird. These CDs used to mean something. Every song had some kind of memory attached. Now they mean nothing. Just data on a disk that when inserted into a devise with a laser reader and connected to a cardboard cone that’s been wired to a large magnet plays vibrations that disturb the surrounding air and produce a phenomenon that we call “sound”.
I understand that that explanation was god-awful and probably wrong, but fuck you.
After listening to a few tracks I felt emotionally numb. Like someone dropped some kind of bomb that I could’ve lived the rest of my life without having to know. And then I started to feel kinda bummed. But then Bread Man was like, “Let’s go grocery shopping!”
So now I’m gonna go grocery shopping with Bread Man.
I try too hard. I care too much. And all that happens is that I either fuck everything up or I over-extend myself and just get hurt.
Fuck me sideways with a lunchbox, man.
You see someone you haven’t seen, let alone talked to, in a good while. Then something happens.
Everything comes rushing back.
You remember everything. How she smells, how she tastes, how her hair felt, how her room was always a mess and smelled vaguely of spoiled pit bull and cigarettes, and how her bed was way too small for the both of you but you didn’t care, and how you always sort of suspected that her dad hated you but he’d always let you play GTA IV when he got bored. Or how you could walk around her house blind-folded and still know where everything is. And that she had a pool and would actually let you go swimming in it because it was hot and she wanted to show off her bathing suit and that she always wanted to go get sushi and to the zoo and to the park and go on bike rides and stuff and how she always wanted to cook you dinner and breakfast and make you sandwiches and suck your dick almost on demand.
So it goes I guess.
