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I am Shaz. It's hard work. But someone's gotta do it. I am a part time freak and full time retard. I also do some casual work as a skank and I volunteer as your mother. NICE TO MEET YOU! Welcome to the biggest rant factory in the history of the internet. I've got more apathy than the entire emo population of the world combined. Only kidding. I'm real nice

Friday, 29 June 2012

I don't understand people.

Shit I've not understood this week.

My boyfriend is lovely but sometimes. I think. You know. He's just not that... Trendy..."

You best be hesitating bitch. How old are you? Who even says shit like that. She's sitting there complaining about how he's embarrassed to hang out in all these awful sounding places she proceeded to list that her friends "ALWAYS hang out at". You poor sap! I think she may have genuinely been a victim of peer pressure. Or her mother drank heavily throughout the pregnancy. Which has been claimed not to be as awful for babies as first thought. But if you'd seen this bitch blather on, you'd've thought otherwise.

Seemingly never ending Facebook wars.

For me personally I have no wars on the book of faces. I have had minor altercations on there or as a result of something on there. For example. Someone I used to be friends with refused to accept me as a friend, fortunately for her I'm not the kinda crazed bitch who'd pressure her into doing so. However there are other mutual friends we have who she has reporting back to her. Random shit. Like if I post something angry. It's some minor incident. It's not gonna be the death of me. Why so interested? You didn't wanna add me as a friend yet you know all about what's going on in my life.



This girl. I knew from a long time. She added me. She then added a friend of mine. Only to harass him. About the most raaaaaaandom shit. Apparently he slept with her flat mate. Who cares?! Who even thinks about that stuff now? But most of all why go to the trouble of confronting someone who hasn't actually done anything wrong to you. Someone who you barely know and barely knows you.

Well after that there was a spat. Ending in the termination of said cyberfriendship.


Fine. Seriously not a problem. If you're not meant to be friends, you're not. That's just how it is.

Why does she then message me, add me as a friend and poke me?

All in the space of half an hour?

I don't understaaaaaaaaaand.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

R.I.P. to the girl you used to see her days are over.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I don't wanna hate on Rita Ora but I HAVE to hate on this song for one reason and one reason only. I've seen it quoted and posted and all of this is being done with the intention of girls screaming out to the social networking universe that she is gonna change her ways. No. NO. Stop it. You won't.

It's not just this song. It's all this crap about

- "living life."
- "living for yourself."
- "being happy"
- "being happy alone"


BLAH. It does my head in. It's not the blatant disregard for self respect and them constantly ending up in these situations. It's the joke of an attempt at changing your life by putting up a status.

I'm gonna say now. I am pretty sure I have never done this but as a discloser if I ever have I'm gonna say now I was probably on my period. You guys don't understand. I have poly cystic ovarian syndrome - which I like to believe sounds a lot more impressive and serious than it is. Sort of. It varies right. From the hormones fighting it out in your body and the effects that can have on all sorts of shit, to having to have an ovary removed cause one of the teeny tiny cysts getting brave and growing like the confidence of the aforementioned spastics when one of their horrendous statuses is liked by someone on the book of faces. That ovary removal thing didn't happen to me by the way.

Oh and also. A word of caution. Some of these PCOS bitches as I like to call them have a tendency to use this condition as an excuse for being shit at life. And I swear to goodness that this was actually something said by such a woman "It takes me longer to get ready cause of my poly cystic ovaries" - true story bro.

What a twat.

But back to the point. If you're feeling horrible about yourself don't listen to bad pop music. Bad pop music is only ever enjoyable when your happiness levels are above baseline.

I say above baseline. Some people are so ridiculously miserable that their baselines are way too low to ever appreciate bad pop. Or even good pop.

Having said all of this when these crazy bitches put these things up, other crazy guys and gals show them support. Are they all as bad as each other. Do they really believe reciting these lyrics and regurgitated proclamations will change them as a person.

It won't.

Real goals and real aspiration are achieved through real work.

Not this bullshit, wallowing in false lyrical confidence.