Typical Teen: Woah Monroe

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Woah Monroe

NOTE! I AM NOT IN THIS PICTURE! I WOULD NOT GO TO THIS PARTY!

I do really enjoy my small town, it is cute, tons of backroads, and most people are very nice. The major plus side is that we are not some preppy rich girl town (BOTHELL!) who have weird sleezy parties! Do not get me wrong I love themed parties, I just went to a Hoes and Ceo party but for 1) the girls there were not over the top HOE! 2) the guys there were not scum and 3) it was not in a basement with a cat litter box in the corner. Because this one pictured was completely scum and no bueno! And the sad thing is I found this picture of these girls on MySpace meaning that everyone can find these pictures!

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AnonymousMarch 14, 2010
this is so out there i wouldnt want to be those girls
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Facebook Friend Requests

My friend Cheyanne is one of those girls who you are very happy when your on their good side.
"I got a Facebook request from Jordan the other day and I was like why is this bitch adding me so I ignored it. I only wish that their was a application on facebook where it would pop up on her profile, Cheyanne ignored your friend request because you are a little pussy ass bitch and you should not even think of adding me, and your fat, but it doesnt so Im just going to tell her."
Again really glad to be on her good side

Bird Sings Why The Caged I Know

It's the bird, it must have been the bird
Disgusting critter, it must
We should have known better then to trust
This disease infested ball of lust and carnage
Piece of garbage with wings and she has the guts to sing
Get the bird, catch her shoot her, I dont care
Get the bird, bring her down to the ground from out the air
Gotta tear her apart, let me at her first
Sink her to the level of the rest of us that inherit the earth
What's she thinking? does she really believe
That shes above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
Like she's chosen over those who walk around on two feet
The bird, the melodys she play
The music she make, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak
Trying to remind us, its time to awake
Antaganizing and instigating my hate
The chirps, I turn them into screams
My feathered friends end will justity the means
Disturbed, I'll grab her by her beak
And swing her in circles untill she's too dizzy to speak
Well I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
I'll shake her from her branch, tear apart her nest
Break her skinny legs and fry her eggs up for breakfast
(she's a snake that can fly) she's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?
My beautiful bird has gone away