I don't usually rant, but here's some
Stuff I Fucking Hate- Aging Gen-Xers, pining for the good old days. "Oh boo hoo, we had such a strong community back then..." The 90's are over and Seattle lost. So throw out your flannel and move the hell on. -Impotent poets. Namely, all of them. - Suburban boys with sound systems in their cars that are worth more than the cars themselves. Example: Rusty old '87 station wagon, a hand-me-down from dad. You spent 500 bucks to get boom-boom speakers put in the trunk. It sounds great, but it still doesn't run. Why not use the money to buy a better car, instead? One that works? - Shaving my unibrow. I chopped the hell out of my face this morning, doing just that. - Coca-Cola. You have to drink 3 cans of the toxic swill to get a good caffiene buzz. Then after you drink them, you notice your teeth have desolved and your mouth is full of yellow stubs. - Ugly babies. If you're gonna scream and cry non-stop then shit your pants, at least have the decency to be cute. - Middle-aged dying memoirs. So you have breast cancer and your husband had a stroke. What makes you think I'd like to read about it? Especially since there's 8,000 other books out there about the same damn thing. -Rants. Pathetic and whiny, rarely funny. A subsitute for good writing, infesting otherwise interesting zines and blogs. I'll do my dear readers a favor and shut the fuck up now.
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