Fashion

So the title is 'fashion' but I don’t know shit about it. I always look like a hobo who got beaten up by a fat prostitute. For real, the second people begin talking about fashion I’m like ‘?....? Who are those people?.. Where am I?... Check the fridge!’. Seriously, I don’t wear ‘fashion’. I only wear things that look ‘alright’ too me, don’t care if they’re out of fashion or not.'
They took them jobs??!

Yes, so what’s the difference if you by some ‘fashion’ clothes, ‘chavy’ clothes or just slutty clothes. That won’t make a difference too them little dirrrty kids in poor country who made it, you won’t see them be dressed differently depending on the type of clothes they are making. The thing that I sometimes finds hilarious is that people still thinks I’m like a fashion whore because… can’t remember. Maybe because I just have a very good taste for clothes… No? You’re right, I tried to be cool there for a moment, yeah you know.

I wear a lot of black most of the time, people are like ‘ahh you went to a funeral?’ then my reaction would be something like ‘Err no, those are my clothes I normally would wear yea, you black hater’. When I go out to find some new clothes I never really find something lovely. Mostly because I don’t get it, I just grab something that looks fine and buy it. Jesus, maybe I need some help so I can look better...? Don’t you dare hink about it..

But this one goes to all the ‘J.J-you-just-love-fashion’ haters: 1. Suck your mums penis and 2. If I would be interested in fashion I would post a lot of fashion blogs , discuss which celebrity looks hot, who wear cheap boots , who has fake designer bags and what the cheapest way is too look like a whore in a fashionable way ofcourse.

Yea, you got that?

Have mercy

Jesus, Paul and Mary have mercy upon my soul.

The other day I was in a city just minding me own business as usual. So I was remembering some stuff and to be honest that shit was hilarious.. so I smiled and laughed out loud. That moment a 30 year old man or something was passing by, he laughed and winked at me. The only thing that rushed through me mind was ‘Oh for fuck sakes, you have to be fucking shitting me again?’.

Ya’ll thinking like ‘you should be happy that at least a human laughed TO you not OF you’ well my answer to that is 'Go sit on a fucking glow stick, I’d rather do your mum with the lights turned on'.

I don’t know, I don’t find mind getting some attention once a year but come on! I have days that I look like a shitty 15 year old… And I looked like one that day!

What? You have to be fucking kidding me? I don’t curse too much, this is my own blog, It’s all about me...

Oh I need to go to the commercials, BYE!

Hours

Unchangeable as fate can be, those moments won’t shine.

Decreasing lines.
Stunned by the greatest fear.
Loners never felt so bitter.

Stars doesn’t need to shine for eternity.
Remember those last hours.

Those hands where meant to hold on.

Lost in your own way, can’t put up another act.
New hours will be spent, alone.

Hunter

A silence, going through the soul. Splitting in two.
No blood spoiled, no death..

A desolate desert, a sight of emptiness.
Nowhere to be found..

A low pulse, hanging on a string.
Slowly slipping away..

A love who lost the will.
His anger cries out in agony..

Don’t sympathize those words.
It will disappear..

A lonely shadow.
Wandering away unrecognized..

A free being in a world with zero absolutes..

C'est la Vie

God, can we make more commercials on this blog? This blog is about me….

What?!

Oh heya! It has been a while, again.. obviously you all would have noticed that I finally got a busy life. Well you got one thing definitely right, I really got very busy but I still don’t have a life because I’m a loser.

I’ve left the stove on.

Alright, so it has been a while and still didn’t found a life or found a way to be cool. Ya’ll think ‘So you’ve wasted all those days doing nothing?’, Well yes I did. Onwards! God I can’t feel my legs while doing this, I’m sorry... no I’m not.

What to do… Its already late now and I’m tired as fuck. I can feel it in me balls. I’m gonna go now so I won’t waste more minutes of your life. C’est la vie.

OH... I’ve supposed go to the commercials. BYE!