**TEENY BOPPER RANT (JOIN IN!)** I just saw a couple clips of My Super Sweet 16 (MTV show) and I now cannot go on with my life very well without doing this:
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Welllllllllllllllllllllllll….I Am Lieek really sad and pissed right now. My super szweet 21 is not going very well at all. Those bitches on my super sweet 16 on MTV have no ****in clue what the hell I’m goin through, and leik what is in store for them in 5 more yearz. (And truthfully, they could be like more greatful…)
I ****INNNNNNNNNNNNNN HATE THIS!!!
Kay, get this, I’m like having a huge party at this 4-star hotel in Downtown Denvar and it is going to ****. And like itz all my parents faults. I waz like supposed to have a concert, a new car, and like a lot of other stuff for me for my very speciel 21. And they’re like well we cant do all of it, which like ticked me off because they spend a lot of money on themselves and like not me at all. I should be like treated like a king for one day. Then like my mom spent a lot of wasted money on taxes, which like isn’t fair because Gerge bush doesn’t like run our country very well and kills a lot of people and invades other innocent nations and he invaded iraq and afgahnistan and sweden and the UK and doesn’t care about black people and liek he looks pretty ****in creepy (then again he could use some of that money to have surgery alter his monkey face lolllllzzzz), So he doesn’t deserve any money. … Oh yeah, and like he doesn’t like care at all towards those poor pregnent looking kids in AfricaH. So I just sat like there staring at them why the hell I wound up being their kid, and told them this wasn’t fare and that if they loved me, they would liek make this the best day of my life, and get more money and quit spending it on taxes and themselves (I mean like c’mon my dad is like disgustingley fat, he can do without food for a long time, he’d be like saving like a lot of money right?), or at least get a job. Then they started like yelling at me for no reason and they like shouted they have jobs. (Which I think is kind of a lie) So then I like told them to get another one. They ****ing screamed at me, and lieek I felt really abused, I liek felt like John Benay Ramzey. I wish I had new parents. How ****ing hard is it to like get some money for aly and aj to come and sing a few songs ( I am so ****ing in <3 with PBS, it reminds me of High School Musical <33333333333 and that whatser-bitch’s name who broke up with me because she just had to move out of state, probably because her parents hate my ass when I just knocked over their Grandfather’s ashes after they like told me I was spoiled (heh what a lie
) and cleaned the mess up myself – which I like didn’t get a thankyou for…yeah…like rude you know, I even told them off about it and through the canister in a trash barrel...and they got all traumatized over it, but like c’mon that old assss is dead…rigggggggght?
He didn't feel anytheng, he's just like dirtey dusst) it’s only $1 mil for 20 minutes on the best day of my life. Then like the car I specifically told my parents to get was an o8’ BMW, and they said no because they had enough money on like my mom’s lousy and uneeded family van. (Which is ugly and should just be sold off to some married **** who like actually has more than one child and can’t control her vagiena) Then like changing the oil is such a waste of time, and that money could be spent on other things. And liek get this, they told me I should be greatful after whining about the family cars. Oh yeah I had a major B.F about that. Then like the party is like totally not going to be fun, it seems that everyone hates me, and like,I only have like 50 some people who are going to be attending. Then people are like so worried about me being finally able to like drink, because they think I’m like a dangerous threat, but like they’re really just a bunch of bitchey ******* and wimps living in their own wimpy world. But also like also my parents are unhappy with me because I maxed out their credit cards for my b-day outfit which cannot be returned to the store, which sucks because I now see those $500 Nikes are so out of style right now and they’ll clash with my designer shirts and top. I might as well just not show up at all. (yah that bad) This outfit suckz and it reminds me of my parents screaming at me over it. The also my friends, are being complete cheap asses over my birthday gifts, how ****ing hard is it to get a ****ing signed Dennis Rodman (<3 MY IDOL!) jersey, 50 Cent/G-Unit tickets (MY GODZ! <33333333333333333!!!) and a crappy I pod? TELL ME! But I like have to still have them come, because they’re going to be buying my drinks plus it’ll remind me why I am lyke soooooo much better than them. …
But I like am in tears, my swzeet 21 was supposed to be the bestest day of my lyfe.
I am liek in ****ing hell right now, and no one is going to save mee. Like I feel as if my familey is poor, like no one likes/loves me, and like this’ll be the worst sweet 21 ever in the history of the worlhd. I hate my life, it’s not fair anymore, GOD SO OWEZ ME BIG TIME. I hate the world. I’m so sad I don’t feel like doing anything at all this week.
But despite this ******** life of mine I am
So ready....
Ready for the evil that lurks.
Ready for the light to come close.
Ready for the balance beam to even out.
Yet like Ready for the light to overtake the darkness.
So ready....
Light will be shown again. Don't forget that.
So ready....
Ready.....
**** YEAHZZZZ! A BAY BAY BAY BIA-TCHEZ!!!
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**feels better now**
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