I'm fucking sick of self-proclaimed assholes who are constantly at a never-ending battle with the world. The goal? To prove how goddamn intellectual and well-spoken they are. Shut the fuck up, and get over yourselves please. Where are the "happy mediums" in life hiding?

Fuck your plaid shirts.
Fuck your obscure MySpace photographs.
Fuck you and the fact that you'll always be a hypocritical cunt.

Yeah, you're well-read. Yeah, you're eloquent. But all those books and clever remarks will never make you any less of a piece of shit.

Shove your pointless verbal backlashes up your ass, to keep company with the stick that's been lodged up there for the greater portion of your existence.

Dick.

On a lighter note, here's a picture of the man of my dreams: