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Demi-lusional. June 23, 2009


Enough said. This convo was about Demi Lovato’s crazy antics with that horse named Trace fuckin Cyrus. If you’re confused because you’re unaware of this disgusting twitter love that’s been going on between these pseudo-disney kids, I’ll write more about that after dinner. Tah. But I might just get lazy, I’m not promising anything.


oh? June 1, 2009

Filed under: school — motherchuckerr @ 5:01 pm
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This is another proof that my teacher, Mrs F, is secretly a menopausal donkey dressed in wrinkly Jew skin, complimented by a “hair-loss” haircut.

Today, because I arrived late – as usual – I didn’t realize that I was supposed to finish the remaining of my Citizen Kane essay. Thanks to Achok (whom I personally think is the black girl who gets away with anything, she has this black magic powers, seriously), I was aware of my responsibily and informed Mrs F about the matter.

I said, “Hey, I haven’t finished that Citizen Kane essay too, can I do it now?”

Mrs. F stared at me for a while, checked her folder, and then said, “Oh? I thought you finished it.”

“No, (bitch) I haven’t,” I grunted.

Mrs. F pulled my essay out of her folder and looked at it. She, looking away, said, “But I’ve marked it already. It was brilliant.”

I looked at my papers and I see this ugly piece of writing on it, with cheap red ink that says, “48/50”

Seriously, what kind of a teacher are you? I haven’t even finished the bloody essay yet! Didn’t you realize that shit?!

Oh but thanks for the A+ anyway.  You’re still a failure though, Mrs F, my essay was like poopy shit. And you give THAT a 48? Wow. She’s beyond stupid eh.


Hey Babe,

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Why can’t we just fast forward life, and go straight to hell?

Oops. We ARE in hell, baby.

Stop. Eject disc.



Filed under: bitching — motherchuckerr @ 11:38 am
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Somehow I’m upset.

Pressure. Jealousy. Inadequacy. Procrastination. Sloth. Distance.

I don’t want to get into the details because I know some people actually read this blog. (Pfft, I was surprised as well)

Which is why I kinda regret about blabbling to everyone about this wordpress thing. Tell you what, wordpress is shit. I might just go on blogger and see how it is, maybe set up an account and start writing whatever I want, without telling anyone beforehand. Then I can just bitch about people, with freedom. Of course if I get busted, my so-called reputation (just in case I have one -wait, let me check- no, I don’t), uh, scratch that. If I get busted, it’ll just probably confirm their assumption of me. Me = weird and smells like a loser.

Yeah, I’m such a loser sometimes (oops, correction, most of the time) – but I know there are far more kids who leads a more uneventful, sad and possibly pathetic life than I do, so I should be grateful, right? I mean, I have internet, for god’s sake. There are kids in Africa who haven’t even seen Gossip Girl! Okay, that was wrong. Let me think. People who have no friends. Yeah, could their life be more miserable than mine? Possibly. I’m not saying that the amount of friends you have determine how happy you are. No. God, no. I reckon it’s always quality over quantity on this matter. Good friends are like pizza.

Why pizza? Oh maybe cuz I’m craving pizza. I had the weirdest salami this morning by the way. And it was super big. Like, beyond normal size slice-cut salami, hot potato ding dong pumpkin pie.

Ooh guess what, I stopped writing because my dole money cheque just arrived.

ch ch ch cheque

From now I get roughly $200 per fortnight. Bad news is, they’re cutting my family’s other dole because I’m claiming my own allowance. By $50. And mum said I should pay for that $50 bucks, because it was my fault. Well, I was feeling sad before, then the cheque came, and now you’re gonna take a quarter of my newly-arrived, not even cashed out money already? Thanks mom.

So uh, why am I writing this, is this classified as an emo post? Bitching about life and so on? I’m not gonna cut myself or anything. I want to skip forward this shitty year of 2009 to the far awesome 2010.

Maybe if I start believing in God, something will happen.