I hate palm trees. All my friends laugh at me when I say that, but I mean it. Those trees represent the stupid people who sit under them (sorry if that's you). I hate beaches 'cause they make me self-conscious of my fatass self, and seem to ceaselessly remind me of the fake blonde "babes" from a Bay Watch world who dictate countless opinions of what a GIRL is SUPPOSED to look like. I hate men and women alike. In fact I'm proud when I say I'm not sexually attracted to either for their undying stupidity and worthless frivolities. Boys are cruel, and girls are vain. That's all I have to say about the two.

Anti-fashion is in fact a fashion in itself, and I can't stand watching people parade around in their "original" garments, thinking they've done something remarkable when they've only started another cycle of fashion and trends to tie others down. I wear whatever looks good to me, and I don't care if it is or isn't in style. They can kiss my ass. "Just fuck them all, darling..." or something like that... Oh, and why should I spend fifty bucks on a fashionably torn pair of pants, when I can do that myself? Customization is much more "original" anyway, asswipes...

And why do some little girlies think it's in their magically gained authority to tell others how to wear their make-up, their hair, and how to pluck their eyebrows? I hope their fake breasts suffocate them in their sleep!

...lardasses, bigots, and hypocrites...are their names in my book.

~ S.A.