Scissor Stab

September 26, 2005 at 7:54 pm (General LOLness, Life)

There are people who sometimes, or all the time if you're like me, you just feel like stabbing with scissors. Not normal scissors either, those tiny sissy ones with the half-inch blade. Were you to stab someone with scissors like these I imagine it would take a good ten minutes of fighting and stabbing until you got to their heart and were able to kill them. It would be very messy, very painful, very long, and above all, very satisfying.

It seems to me like I know a lot of these people. I never asked to know these people, I never asked that they talk to me, and I never asked to associate with them. Yet all these things happen and every day I get closer and closer to just going to school and snapping and killing one of them with a two centimeter screw.

The following is as close as I will ever get to posting bullshit emo crap. If I want to do that I will make a sissy blog where I tell what I ate today and every little detail about it because I'm just so interesting.
Today I told someone at school that they should read my blog and they said that it was a little pathetic that I was asking them to. And I must admit that If I had been asking them to read my blog it would have been pathetic, but I do not classify this as a blog. What do I classify it as? I classify it as a place where I can write articles and keep them neat and organized. I realize many people do this with blogs but that is for one reason and one reason only: Lazyness.
The only reason I do not make my own site to host my articles is because I'm to lazy. I could make a site with a host, ad space, and all that other fancy shit but I like the layout of this site and I don't want to sit here coding when I could be writing, playing, watching TV, being lazy in other numerous ways.

A blog is a place where whiny, angsty, dumbass little shits of lives complain about how bad their life is like nobody else feels or has emotions. Nobody gives a fuck if you think your hair is shitty and that people were staring at you and talking about you behind your back. THEY ARE GOING TO DO IT ANYWAY! Just live your fucking life and don't worry if the dipshit cheerleader makes fun of you because in twenty years when you stop for a coke at a gas station and shes behind the counter you can say, "Yes, I would like my pack of gum and coke bagged." and she will have to do it.

This post is my little way of staying sane and not actually stabbing anybody to death with a pair of shitty sissy scissors however much I still want to.



  1. happychick said,

    Well… I see… MY blog is exactly how you described. EXACTLY. What now? Huh? Do you sit at home, on the odd occasion you DO read my blog, and laugh at the fact that people talk about me behind my back? coz I don’t like it, and I plan to tell the world, including you, how much I dessrve to be listened to and my every demand to be carried out. Ok?

  2. labrat777 said,

    Actually the person I was thinking about when I wrote this doesn’t blog. He is the biggest, most retarded cunt in the entire world. That in itself is not that bad, the fact that he’s in denial about it pisses me off.

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