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| September 11th. I feel this is an appropriate time for a Xanga update. Xanga, the long forgotten social network. How quickly we forget where we came from. The good old days. Hips and nips. Christ almighty. Xanga, how you helped me through troubled times. How I confided in you. A slice of cheesy pizza from the land before time. Do you have any ill will towards the tyrants that stomped you into the cold earth? Do you gaze upon the past with a bitter taste in your mouth? I must give thanks for the fact that you're even still with us. Your persistence is admirable. With the stench of death upon you, you remain. Time has not been kind. Not to you. Not to any of us. But still, you remain. You sick son of a bitch. Heavy as shit. How do you fucking do it, Xanga? With such little hope. Such crushing despair. You still remain. Will you continue to last? Will you outlast all of us? How we grow weaker with each passing day. How do you soldier on? It doesn't seem possible. Tom was a cunt. His days were numbered. I watched him rise and fall. I jerk off in the gutters, hoping that a tiny fleck of my semen will reach his forehead. I wish the worst of life's demon's upon him. He is nothing. Mark Zuckerberg has risen. Will he come to the same fate? Only time will tell, Xanga. I wait alongside you, cock full of semen, ready to bust a load on his head. My hate-filled semen is for you, Xanga. I haven't forgotten where I came from. I await your glorious return. The time will come when the human race realizes what it gave away. Tom is dead. Mark will follow. It's only a matter of time, Xanga. Stay with us. Stick around. Everything gets better with age. | | |
| I just now realized how shitty Xanga actually is. I had some good times here. A lot of fun memories, but Xanga is just as shitty as MySpace and Facebook. It's all the same shit. "well today i did this and this and this lolz omg." I hate you all. Thank God for weed.
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| Xanga. It's been far too long, my old friend.
So... it's been several years since the Antichrist arrived here on earth in the form of MySpace. Sadly, most people are still blind to its evil ways. Does anyone ever listen to Duncan? Of course not. Duncan's silly. They're all so blind. Have fun being ass-raped in hell, losers. Facebook is also beginning to turn to the dark side with all its pointless, bullshit applications, many of which I have on my Facebook page (take my quizzes, BTW). I fear things will only get worse. Thank God for weed, that's all I've gotta say.
Anyways, since no one ever looks at these things anymore, I thought I'd state, for the record, my opinion on Princess Diana. Well... I think she was a whore. She was basically the Paris Hilton of Australia or wherever the fuck she was from. I don't understand what everyone thought was so great about her. I mean, honestly. I don't even think I would fuck her. And that's saying a lot, because I'd fuck almost anything. Well, I'm glad I got that off my chest.
Well, shit... I guess I better take off. Don't worry, Xanga. I shall return one day. Rest assured, if I ever become a millionaire, I will buy you and together we will bring Tom and that infernal MySpace down once and for all and send them back to hell from whence they came. Hang in there, Xanga. Hang in there.
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| Well, children... do you see now? Tom is a murderer. How much innocent blood must this fucker spill before you idiots WAKE THE FUCK UP?! Everytime you use MySpace, an innocent girl is murdered by some crazy middle-aged guy pretending to be an 18-year-old track runner. How many more must die before you realize that Facebook and/or Xanga is the way to go?
Well, I hope I got through to you.
Anyways, school is okay... except for religion. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. That class couldn't be any worse. Is it so much to ask that someone let me be in their FUCKING GROUP?!?!?!?!?! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah, shit. Fucking bastards. | | |
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