Idiots are the new People

I had this friend who used to change her name all the time, usually to match the name of some tv or movie character she was enamoured with. I haven't seen her for awhile, so it occurs to me that I don't know my friend's name anymore.

I can't fucking stand Hess Village, the local cesspool of metrosexual, Vince Vaughn cool wannabe guys and "my self-worth is directly related to how many hours I spend utilizing Cosmo makeup tips before I come out" girls, and I swear, when you go there, you can choose between accepting a loss in brain cells or bringing a fucking machine gun to mow them all down. I don't really want to go to jail, so I try to stay away. Too bad I live in the neighborhood.

I did learn one thing there though, it isn't a good time until some cuntfuck yells "Wooh" for no good reason other than maybe they'll piss their pants later or forget where they put their customized dickmobile or because they actually saw cleavage. Fuck, people try so hard to be the US magazine version of cool, and it's pitiful. I wonder how many of those bungfucks wax their balls? I bet I can get those asshats to pose for degrading pics though. I might try it sometime soon.

I'm going to be a great old lady, because I've already got the crotchety and judgemental part down.