Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

i am not happy feeling like this. there are times when i really feel so bad that i hate both life and love.

So does the guy at the laundromat.

I do not hate Noah.

But the creepy guy who lives next to the movie theater does.

I did not know if this person was being an ass or is simply that daft. I replied to them as I would anyone, No. I was NICE about it, because I couldn't figure out what the hell this person was doing.... Normally I would scowl someone for being off topic and mentioning something obviously personal and irrelevant in the context an interesting discussion of a thread. This person has always blind-sided me with their idea of "on topic" and continue to do so...

It occurs to me that this person does not realized I'm the same person they are accusing of victimizing them. I find them both amusing and hate them entirely. I think my hatred over writes my amusements, but it's hard to say. I can't believe this person would be so daft as to directly reply to my post and whine about me to myself.

I've not been online for quite some time , and now here I am. Facing the computer screen basically ruining my eyesight , listening to more trashy music bahh , well metaphorically i guess. Feeling nauseous , dysfunctional and hatred after the long ride to kl and back here , I was screaming my lungs out in the car at my extraterrestrial , emotional "scene" brother about the stupid fucking radio , numskull.

Long story short , I went to Parade with my mum since I had nothing to do beside rotting at home in the afternoon. When she was off to gym , carried my lazy-ass tooshie up to the book cafe and started sketching stuffs. After an disenchantment hour , drawing an human eye was that difficult after all, whoopee.

This just strengthens my hatred....

Note: this is not a rant on why I hate Twilight AGAIN, because I honestly don’t care that much. This is a rant on why I hate people.

Both the actor/singer and the singer/actor are exes of Cameron Diaz.

*sigh* I want to die. I hurt everybody around me with my fucking character. My parents are killing me. They act like I am just an assistant for housekeeping and stuff like that. She knows nothing about me. Neither that I am a lesbian, nor that I am depressive!

But who cares. I will die and nobody shall cry. I don't deserve it. I am cruel. I am a liar. I hate me. And I just care about me, which makes me a horrible person, too.

Fuck you!

Like a money shot from a first time male porn star with exceptionally bad aim.

"What's that? Oh, so let me get this straight...just to make sure I've got it right...you're saying that this wooden plank you've gone and leaned against the wall is meant to to represent the suffering of the Sudanese in Darfur?"

"Yep."

"Fuck you. Bend over drop your pants and spread your ass cheeks because I feel like ramming a bowling ball full of Anthrax up there you fucking jackass."

When I was in High School there was a girl in my art class who painted nothing but couches.

Fucking couches...Sectionals. Leather. Sometimes love seats. When she was feeling really wacky and out there maybe even a recliner.

The fact that that couch girl did seem to have everyone fooled did annoy me a bit though...

What do I do when I'm annoyed?

Well, I set out to put the wrong things right. Like the Crow. Minus being dead, and the kick ass powers, and the cool bird.

but see, before you go start pointing fingers in the direction of a certain dank and dark basement apartment in chicago you should probably first take a look at your little circle. do you sit behind your computer all day trolling around, lurking the lives of others waiting for their next social faux pas so you can be the first to run to your communities or message boards and report back and let all of your 'e-friends' know about what that one guitar player from that one awesome band you stood half a mile away from at that concert shoved up his girlfriends ass?

have you ever heard the saying, "theres no such thing as bad publicity?"

probably not.
because for all the shit you hate on, every time the name of that dude or that band falls from your mouth, the person you hate wins. you inadvertently perpetuate what you hate.
wanna know why paris hilton is still famous? because of the haters.
wanna know why kevin federline is still famous? because of the haters.
we all know that there is more talent on the opening slot for the taste of chaos tour, so why do they still command huge paychecks and make tv appearances?
because of the haters. haters keep this shit alive.