Alyssa

thoughts and ramblings of alyssa
2002-04-23 23:59:13 (UTC)

fake ppl

ok, heres sumthin i've been thinking about. i don't know why
people judge other people when they dont know them. i mean,
y ever judge ppl at all? i have been a victim of this, and a
commiter of the crime,(did that sound rite?). msms was hard
for, well, just about everyone, but SOME PPL (AHEM COUGH,
jen farrow) went out of thier way to make it more difficult
for SOME of us... who gives a fuck if i dont like justin
timberlake, i mean, u dont have to threaten to kill me for
it, bitch. but it makes us stronger, in the end, i guess.
but i wonder, sometimes, how many people would be alive, and
making huge contributions to society if some bitch in high
school hadn't pushed them out of touch with reality, or even
to suicide? it isn't fair that to prettier people wiht
louder voices and bigger muscles dominate things in this
stage of life, because if they can learn to get by on looks,
then they have no need for education, leaving us with a
world full of, attractive yet STUPID ASSED people. so if
those cheerleaders and football player would lay of the rest
of us, and maybe, just maybe try to get to know the
bourgeoisie of the high school social hierarchy, they would
be smarter, and not so quick to judge us from the way people
talk, and what we wear, and what color our skin is, where
our parents were born, or how we where our hair. and, when
our ten year reunion comes rolling around, i am gonna LAUGH
really fucking hard when the cheerleaders, once "tan"
complexions are ridden with skin cancer, and wrinkled so
they look 45, and all thier boob jobs are sagging like
deflated beach balls, and the "buff" football players are
all drunks who do manual labor in shipping yards, and beat
their wives, pregnant with the 5th or 6th child, every nite.
but i fell sorry for thier kids, who will be even more
screwed up then thier parents were! but when i walk in,
still trim cuz i eat right, instead of barfing up an entire
chocolate cake i ate when the quarter back dumped me or
sumthing, and i still have skin that fits right, and my face
is a healthy light glow, and i have a ROCK on my ring finger
from the rich, well-to-do, well balanced business man i
married.
yeah, whoo, i felel better now.




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