FUCKING HELL. I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I HEARD ABOUT NEIL GAIMAN COMING DOWN FOR THE SINGAPORE WRITERS' FESTIVAL THAT THE FIRST THING I DID WAS TO SIGN UP FOR THEIR OFFICIAL NEWSLETTER, HOPING TO GET NEWS OF HOW/WHEN/WHERE TO GET MY PAWS ON THOSE COVERTED TICKETS.
I BELIEVE YA'LL CAN IMAGINE MY COMPLETE & UTTER DISGUST & DISAPPOINTMENT WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT THE NEWS WAS RELEASED ON FACEBOOK/TWITTER INSTEAD(Frankly, I don't know & I don't give a fuck about the difference between these two sites. It's so retarded. No offense to people I actually KNOW in real life who have an account on them, but I don't keep in touch with ya via there, do I?!).
BACK TO RAVING...
FUCKIN' BITCHIN' SHITTIN' FARTIN' PISSIN' FACEBOOK/TWITTER. THE ULTIMATE SITE FOR LOSERS. I'M NEVER DEGRADING MYSELF BY GETTING ON IT. (Again, no offense, but it just ain't for me, savvy?)
Still fuckin' pissed,
MidNight The Malevolent(yes, it's a change from my usual Magnificent 'cause I'm feeling particularly murderous today. Hate me if you must but you can't blame me. At least I'm sincere about hating Facebook/Twitter, unlike say... Miley Cyrus, who'd undoubtedly be back on that lame site when her next boyfriend's a Twitter/Facebook/etc addict.)
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Make it funny! Or... you could just tell me HOW funny I am. Not that I don't already find myself hilarious, but it's nice to know that the world outside of the realm inside my own head understands me. Somewhat.