What did I get myself into? I thought maybe I'd be able to build something up via twitter/blogs and become some sort of friends but I think it's more towards foe now. I don't remember even tweeting that. I think told Tara to maybe. Didn't know it would create such an uproar. I think I meant it like a friendly "taste my ass" not like a threatening "taste my ass" but I guess either way my life is ending. Why do I have to be second best? What do I have to do to be number one on the hitlist right now. What did J-fry do that's worse? Maybe if the Bruins lose Game 7 tonight I'll send out another tweet. Yeah, that'd probably do it. I don't want to be a blogging king at all. Maybe if the other fucking correspondents posted I wouldn't have to do this so fucking much. If you're gonna' kill me, kill them too.
P.S. - I went to go save the picture in his post and he already saved it as "war". Yikes.
I went into this thing with my guns drawn but now I feel like I'm France in every single war and pulling the troops out. Dude is rocking a fucking bow tie. He has swagger for days. Everyone and their mother knows that's my Achilles heal. I absolutely crumble for a well placed bow tie. And I don't really know what they're all wearing but I kinda wanna hang out with those kids if that's how they dress 24/7. I don't what it is but I like it. Except for the motherfucker pointing at me. That's my thing, bro. I'm always coming for you, it aint the other way around.
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