_don't bother trying to explain, angel

hello bob. are you the sensitive male type who flinches at gruesome fist fights in action movies and tears at the end when jack and jill breakup and jills left to raise johnny all by herself? hello tom. are you the friend that will be at janes side through thick and thin and listen to her in her times of need? hello mary. do you pine for a man who works out twice a week and does grocery shopping on tuesdays? hello mom. no i havent got a girlfriend yet, what? what do you mean im a pussy?? hello dear friend. will you be with me in my crying hour, my moment of truth and the hour of darkness? hello jimmy. are you done mowing the lawn, my bill is a grown boy now. hello son. will you grow up to be just like daddy and play proffesional baseball? hello politician. i dont want to talk to you, get away. hello people who want to engage me in a debate about current affairs and pressing issues about xyz. please go away or i shall have to get out the chainsaw. hello god. i didnt know you exist but i beleive now. hello again bob so are you the guy that has sex with chicks because your in touch with your feminine side?

no?

come on get over the fact that your half assed parents named you cybil, dora or dick. stop with being the pseudo bob. the truth is everything is fucked. your a serial killer, im fat and george bush is rather incoherent. we all have flaws. its time to accept it and move on.

im just in a rather depressed mood after surfing friendster for a while. friendster just encapsulates everything that is depressing about being a teenager, doesnt it. you can have a conversation with a girl you just seen on the internet and know what films she likes what her fav hobby is and whether shes single or not, all just by looking at her friendster page. thats not what i want to get at though, ive strayed. its because when you surf friendster and you come across these people with seven thousand friends and 6 billion testimonials. and you just think to yourself. how the fark does that happen? its just so depressing to know that there are people who are so good at being a friend. and yes it depresses me, but it also inspires me. to do what? to be a better friend that is. so... yes... how are you?

and as if that isnt enough you go around and see these sexy and handsome people and think to yourself. jesus i gotta get out more often and see these foxes. i gotta stop watching television and eating milk chocolate digestives. shit. so as of now i think friendster should burn in hell and be sentenced to an eternity of whipping and verbal abuse while being dripped with melted wax and having to look at pictures of goats. and having to watch the news over and over and over and being shot in the goot with a magnum handgun. yes... i shall never support it ever again for the rest of my lifetime on this planet we call earth, for i shall boycott and refuse to ever log in to its hellish home page...

psst if you want to add me on friendster, my e mails on the right. cheers!