is it lonely up there on your pedestal?

i hate girls who are so fucking impressed with themselves

i literally just read some girl who wrote in her about me
"chances are you loved me and i pretended to care"

youre not that great bitch


all you stuck up girls need to pull your heads out of your fucking asses and realize that girls like you are only attractive to guys until you open your mouth

quit thinking youre hot shit

chances are youre sitting around wondering why you have no one and why no guys like you and its cause your ego takes up enough room for 2

i guarantee you if youd take a pin and pop the overinflated balloon that is your ego and come back down to earth youd get a dude in a heartbeat.

but youre too busy worshipping yourself in the mirror and on your myspace to fucking realize this. you spent more time on your about me then graduates do on their fucking thesis. the most you can ever aspire to be is a trophy wife. and not even a gold medal one. youre gonna grow up to be some guys bronze medal.


Dearest Ryan-

Problem one, you're on myspace. That in itself is a failure. Don't you know that being impressive on the internet is the key to success? I bet if I went to Barnes and Noble I could find a book on how to get your best angle, bet money someone has written a book on it. How else do you think whoppers land dudes to text/send tit shots to? Gotta get through your lonely night surrounded by Good Charlotte posters and your shrine to socialites that you wish you were. THIS JUST IN, you are not Paris Hilton, You are not a jet setter...stop posing for pictures at parties, just because someone puts a sweet fish-eye setting on, doesn't mean what you're doing, your night..is AT all important. Perez Hilton isn't cataloging your mistakes and blackout nights.

When you wake up without an education and your life is reduced to waitressing some low lit dive bar,and the years of smoking outside of venues (you're entirely too cool to go in) have caught up with you..and no one would tip you if it was to get you away from them. Don't go crawling back to the people you've left in a path of destruction to the top of myspace. Your new boyfriend of the week will no longer be touring, unless it's your couch because he has no skills left and is no longer attractive to 14 year old girls, just pray he can drop a basket of fries...because I am also sure the "pull-out" method finally caught up with you, and diapers are not cheap.

get frosty bitches,
erin