|A little of taht, a little of siht, Don't you love my dyslexic shit?
||[Mar. 10th, 2004|06:03 pm]
|||||Very happy: envelope full of $||]|
|||||Eminem & D12 - Leader of the Band||]|
After that subject line, I'm definitely gonna become a poet.
Anyway I have nothing to say but I figured I should fill my 1 post per month quota. I'm taking my driving test next week on wednesday, and I'm gonna pass even if I get the bitch lady...i'm convinced that being overconfident about the whole thing will help me out.
Should I put a disclaimer on my livejournal so people don't write comments when they find it offensive?
Warning: This journal really doesn't give a shit what anybody thinks about what is written in it, so it will possibly offend you...I'm not a KKK prejudice bastard or anything, but in the name of humor I do make fun of some minorities and the one true majority in america: the obese. Did I spell that right? it seems too short to describe such a large subject. Mr. Jones' news notes are getting to me I guess...Don't get too pissed at me fat people my diet is bad enough that one day I'll be fat too. Yeah don't think I'm too mean...I'm actually a sweet guy deep down inside, or at least that's what gets me to sleep at night. And last but not least...I am not responsible for anything I say or any affects it has, cuz I don't mean much of what I say anyway...if you have a problem with anything written here, you may speak to a customer service representative at 1-800-YDOYOUCARE, but that's only if you have an extra hour to spend on hold listening to that annoying song that you always hear in elevators and car commercials.
Everybody is probably gonna find that really stupid, but I enjoyed writing it. (I blame rap music)