That’s Not Really Lindsay Lohan Commenting on my Blog.
Doing the vast amount of laundry that has been piling up today gave me some time to read, relax and people-watch. And, for some reason I’ve come to a weird conclusion. I hate people.
I mean, people bug the crap out of me. I love myself and I hate people. And it’s not because people are ‘bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling’ (which, by the way, is very true), but I just can’t stand the general population of humanity.
It’s a shame, because I end up taking it out on those closest to me. But there’s a certain part of me that hopes those closest understand. Otherwise, I’ll be Chief Burning-Bridge and it’ll be a long summer looking for new friends.
Ah well. I’m sure it’s just a phase. Obviously there’s a part of me that still cares, otherwise you wouldn’t see these words on the vast expanse of the internet.
Maybe I just need to get laid. Or some head, at the very least … (sorry, too much?)
May 3rd, 2007 at 12:30 am
You had better have cheered up for when i get over there you moody bugger! there will be lots of drunken celebrations in order and i hope….no insist that you will be cheif merry maker! So less of this people hating (although i do agree most people are total w*nkers) and get yourdelf laid! or just enjoy some good filth on the internet!