I'm Tom (as you obviously know) and I just want to take some time to clear shit up. Well, not shit, but... stuff.
Tom, did you know that you're too quiet and I can never hear what the fuck you say? Do I look like I can read lips?!
No, but maybe you should learn. Anyway, the reason I'm quiet is really simple if you think about. When you're in school and you hear a loud person talking and acting like they're all important, when really nobody gives a damn what the hell they think, they just know that that person is talking way to damn loud and annoying the shit out of them. That's what I don't want to be; the person who yells in the hallway and everyone can hear every word you say and tell everyone you know about it and make stupid half-assed judgements about you just because your voice has the ability to carry itself to China and back. That makes sense. Or not. I'm not a loud annoying person who thinks they're always right, which is what people instantly label people who talk too loud and bother them. I have my ideas and my things to say, if you want to listen, go ahead, just don't go trashing me to my and your friends when you have no clue what you're fucking talking about.
Tom, did you know you're really tall?
Yeah... wanna make somethin' of it?!... bitch?!
Tom, why are you so pissed all of the time?
I'm not pissed, I just feel like you're lying to me. I think it's crap when everyone agrees with everything you say. "I like this band."; "Oh yeah! Me too!"; "Have you ever heard of them?"; "... no..." Fuck that shit. Be honest already you sons of bitches. What's the point in lying about what you think? If I have an idea or say something that pisses you off, tell me!
Tom, how do you feel about having the same birthday as Saddam Hussein?
I feel rad? I think he needs to get his Iraqi ass over here and buy me a car. Yee haw.
Tom, how come you're so sexy?
--Jenn
Years of practice, eating disorders, going to the gym 8 days a week and only eating one can of Slim-Fast every three days. If you follow those intructions you'll turn into one hot, sexy, man-beast like yours truly... or you might die from malnutrition.
Please, send me more questions either in an IM or on my g-spot, this looks pretty empty. I could say some other stuff on here, but then I'd be defending something that I'd be claming I'm not, but why would I need to defend something that's not true when I'm accusing myself of it? Honk if that one made sense. I know I complain, and bitch, and moan, and bother you, and make you want to die and go to hell, but I really don't have any way of changing that unless you tell me.