THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Man. Still pretty pissed about the boks thing. And sure, exaggerating slightly, I think. But it's still soooo way up there.
It really sucks.
I just feel like babbling at the moment, which I kinda am.
My sister has some strange foot infection. It's gross. And purple...
Anyway.
I was on Quizilla because, really, I don't have any life at all to speak of.
What a load of bullshit.
Now they've got all these horny little teenage girls writing out their innermost fantasies with musicician type people.
It's fucking hilarious.
I have never read stories so completely far-fetched. I mean, seriously. Lord of the Rings is closer to reality.
Cause you're not ever going to go into the Hot Topic at the mall and suddenly meet the Madden Twins. And have them fall in love with you on spot. And then have them ask you on to their tour bus.
Come on.
So, again, out of boredom, here is my version of one of their stories, done in the exact same ridiculous style (but I'll use grammer, I think) as these stupid, stupid kids.
Okay, you're six feet tall, weight ten pounds, and have hot pink hair that you like to gel up into the shapes of various geographical land formations. And you only ever buy any of your clothes from Hot Topic. Cause you're like punk and stuff. Oh, and your name is Lolita Carmen Violet Trottwood the third. You have beautiful tattoos all over your whole body and are peirced in various un-nameable places.You have a band called The Fucking Idiots, and you are like the most hardcore punk band ever. Seriously. You even did a tour with Good Charlotte. You're the lead guitarist and singer and you write all of the music.
So, anyway. One day in the middle of June you were out riding your motorcycle that your great aunt, The Queen of England (you're very close) gave to you for your fifteenth birthday, out in a feild in your native Wisconsin.
Suddenly you come upon a mysterious stranger in a mask and Beetle-Juice suit plowing one of the feilds. You walk up, too taken by his strange feminine hair to speak.
Suddenly, he pulls off his mask, to reveal that he is in fact Davey Havok- that hot goth guy you saw on some video on MTV.
"Like, Ohmigawd!" you gush. "I like totally love your album- Sing the Sorrow! It was so...DEEP."
And the two of you fall down among the crops (magic cauliflower, as you later find out) and passionately make love until you realize that night has already fallen and you must return home because your boyfriend- Whateverthefuckhisname is from New Found Glory- is waiting for you.
So you get back on your motorcycle and ride off into the sunset.
But you just can't stop thinking of that handsome man in the pleather and women's makeup that you met that day....To be continued.
Realistic, huh???
Yeah, that's exactly what these people sound like...
Well. Not exactly. Usually they're written even worse and filled with swears and shorthand.
(Like I said, I was bored).