note to all club promoters. i still don't know why you tried selling me your club on the fucking mall escalator . desperate, much? it doesn't help that people get stabbed at your club. the only value i got from your stupid promo card is using it as a joint filter. so... thanks? i guess.note to inventors/industrial designers/anyone looking for an untapped market to tap into. non-fugly coin banks. can you find any? i can't. they're all pikachus or pewter baby shoes or faggoty pigs or some other shit geared towards kids/seniors/fat white trash people. maybe i should just make one out of paper mache. but paper mache looks dumb too. i just can't win, can i?
note to the music fans. the new yeah yeah yeahs album is decent enough. their name is too long to spell out so i just type the yyys but that makes it look like the why why whys and then people ask me what i'm talking about and i get to be a cool music hipster snob. oh and speaking of which i still don't understand why karen o acts out her last name through her mouth - she makes the same face over and over again in every single picture. maybe she wants to give somebody a blow job. i don't know.note to those fat restaurant patio birds. you look like you're about to burst. i'd recommend some exercise but i guess your wings can't support your fat ass anymore. and no, i'm not giving you any of my fries.
note to myself. get working on your pornography essay already. it's due tomorrow, you fucktard.
ps. i won.
