I wonder if it is possible to smell the world. Like, to condense all of the smells on the planet right now into one smellable source. Would it smell good or bad?
Good lord, I haven’t posted anything substantial on here in a while. So, here goes.
I should very much like to dedicate this rant to those who speak fluent sarcasm, but not to any hilarious effect (bullshit to sarcasm being the lowest form of wit). No, you speak fluent sarcasm over the little things. Almost every sentence that comes out of your wretched mouth has been carefully crafted to put the currnet victim of your horrendous manner down. Just thank the good Lord that I am too nice to everyone, because, in secret for now, you need a kick to the teeth. And I would be extremely happy to be wearing the shoe that delivers the blow.
Seriously, get your act together. Or you will
begin continue to alienate people. As with my last rant about people who annoy me, you are also one of those people who will argue for the sake of it. Even if you must know that you are wrong, you continue to spew meaningless words and piss me off. While I rant, I should really name and shame the person that immediately comes to mind. Greg Bailey. Prick. I only put up with you because you have fantastic tolerance of us when we get drunk and I’ve known you for God knows how long. It’s only recently that you have turned into this repulsive creature. And I really can’t figure the reason for this. Are you trying to get me angry, perhaps? Is this how you get your kicks?
Moving on, I should now like to give a brief rant about people who put others down (no, this is nothing to do with killing people. Just incase you misinterpreted the intended meaning of the phrase. Nobody is going to die).
Last week, I was happily drawing on the wall by the Lockers outside the sixth form common room of my school. A hobby that I have taken up recently and I get great pleasure from. The school needed a bit more colour and I like to think that I’ve made it a slightly better place. It isn’t as if what I have drawn or written is in bad taste. One of the drawings even gained praise from the head-boy of the sixth form. Chuffed ^^.
So there I was, happily sketching something on the wall, when you camne round the corner and completely killed me joy, you blasted killjoy. It was just a simple sentence but at the same time it was quite soul destroying.
You said “You know, if you get caught doing this you’ll be excluded, right?”
AAARRRRGGGHHH! BOLLOCKS! It’s not as if you haven’t seen me drawing there before. In fact, a couple of days previous to this occasion, there was a sizeable group of us drawing on the wall. Maybe it was the fact that I was alone at the time, because everybody I usually hang out with had a lesson, that you said this. Maybe, because of this, you all of a sudden had a rush of bravery for long enough to say that. Maybe if I wasn’t alone you wouldn’t have said it. In fact, I know you wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t alone. Hell, I was drawing on the wall the other day and the exclusion officer walked past and didn’t say a word! So what was with the sudden bout of righteousness? You don’t even have any idea who I am, this is a mautual fact, so why did you even talk to me? It wouldn’t have been as bad if it’d been someone I knew. It just wouldn’t. But you have no right to be such a killjoy around anyoen, let alone people you don’t even know.