potential suicide

using a projector to make art is not art.

YOU'RE A PHONY.

pussyfootin

it's ok to not like coke and hip hop; you aren't weird.

those things suck

they were created for insecure people to feel like they belong.

be quiet out there girls

I woke up dreaming

saturday I got called a 'low class douchebag' for throwing knives and stealing vodka from someone.


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douchebaggery

I was in transit yesterday to a friends apartment from work and I got caught in the middle of some NYU courtyard just as a class was letting out and I realized that oh my god do I hate college kids. With their loudmouth conversations about nothing and bullshit fabricated stories about where they came from and how different everything is in comparison to whatever small town life they had. One of them has an acoustic guitar and he's always two steps away from some girl with the shrillest voice I've ever heard and she's talking to some girl with a mole on her face that is way too large. They all have coffee in their hands, but not starbucks... oh no this is grade A pisswater coffee from the campus coffee bar that's anti-establishment and basically mirrors starbucks sans the health care and some annoying peppy girl with a giant jew fro on register who has some big dumbass button on that is just funny enough to make you frown serves your coffee and always gets one of her long gross hairs stuck between your cup and the lid and makes you really disappointed about the $2.50 you just wasted. Someone is always pontificating loud enough to be just over the noise your headphones make and for some reason these kids get some sort of security and safety from having a tag along on their side from the previous class so they stare at you for wayyyy to long or say some dumbass remark just as they are walking parallel to you so they know you heard it but don't have to deal with the expression it gives you when you were wishing you could sucker punch them in that 2 second interval. There are too many of them and they all walk incredibly slow and glue their cell phone to their head the second they seem alone. It's like a giant support group for failed abortions bouncing around like those little teeth with feet that you wind up except when left to their own devices these teeth make a conscious decision to wear drawstring cotton wide leg pants, sweatshirts with fur inside of the hood and fucking castro hats like they're a bunch of south american dictators that are single handedly keeping the section of victoria's secret labeled 'pink' in business. jesus h it's going to be difficult for me to go back to college in september.

sea sick

This morning I was sitting on the F train to work around 10 or 11 and this douche bag gets on looking like every other kid who lives in the east village off of their parents money with their expensive jacket that's meant to look worn and scraggly hair and a pair of fucking sunglasses indoors and I said in my head "come on guy, do you really need to try so hard to be cool with your glasses inside and your store-bought rock appeal?" and I got off the train and let it slip from my mind because it happens a few times a day. Then at lunch I'm flipping through one of the Vogue's that my boss casually leaves on the break table in piles to encourage us to constantly be aware of what's fashionable and BAM there's captain douchemaster in a 7 page spread with agyness dean. Apparently I was sitting across from the strokes guitarist, albert hammond jr.


Moral of the story: the strokes suck and so does that guy.

have you ever seriously considered peeing on your roof because your roommates decided it was a good idea to have sex in the only shower in the apartment for fucking ever.


what? no me niether that's gross.