October 16, 2008

  • Click here, I am unique and original and I go to high school.

     

        Thank you for coming to my sight, I like puppies and I play the acoustic guitar, doesn’t that sound romantic?

        Yeah, I am pretty original, I have thoughts and ideas like nobody else.  Yet somehow, my life is a sob story.

     

        My advice, grow a freakin’ nut sack.  I’m sorry, but the fact of the matter is, that in order to be original these days, you have to claim no part in it.  Somehow, somewhere, the term “originality” got distorted into a level of psuedo-conformity that only a toddler from Baby Geniuses could understand.  Since when did writing the same exact crap as everybody else make you a creative individual?

        There are ways to attention whore, don’t get me wrong, hell, you could title one of your posts “Scrotal Sac” and I garauntee you will get attention, but is it really what you are looking for?

        Maybe I just haven’t woken up all the way yet, but does TheTheologiansCafe SERIOUSLY have the most interesting looking Xanga Plug right now?  We all know he’s the king of originality.  When desperation for attention shifts from producing quality to standing on a street corner wearing the trashiest clothes possilble and singing Yankee Doodle Dandy becomes the ticket to success, sign me up, because damn that’d be an easy way out.  I mean, heaven forbid we actually make an effort to be something important.

        There are only two ways to get anywhere in today’s world. 
               1) Be damn good at what you do, and I mean SO DAMN GOOD at what you do, that so high will be your way you could only be missed by those who’s eyes are upon the ground to begin with.
               2) Kiss more ass than a Thai hooker.

     

        Until next time, good luck with life.

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