reflections on leaving boston
boston underground music scene - never fucking change. you guys are amazing and inspiring and i'm really sad that i never got to connect with any of you in those dark basements, but you're all amazing pierced tattooed scarred beaten broken cold so cold but always BEAUTIFUL people.
a majority of the BU population - i wish to set your misogynistic, puke-worthy rich, braindead, ignorant ways aflame. girls, stop fucking bitching and caring about other girls, what the fuck. work on developing an understanding of the world and an image of yourself that extends beyond something which can be accessed by the internet. boys, you're all pieces of low life emotionally stunted shit. how fucking dare you think you can treat girls like this. eat sperry shit and die. and lastly, it is rude as fuck to allot more attention to your phone than the person you are talking to at the moment. but i guess i have to really thank you for teaching me that money will never buy happiness, love will never only talk to you drunk at 4am on saturday morning, being different and intelligent and opinionated will always have more depth than shallow beautiful and conformist
lastly, some words of advice to some BU ladies from the hit show Friends:
PHOEBE: Wow! This reminds me of the time when I was umm, living on the street and this guy offered to buy me food if I slept with him.
RACHEL: Well, h-how is this like that?
PHOEBE: Well, let’s see, it’s not. Really, like that. Because, you see that was an actual problem, and uh, yours is just like y’know a bunch of y’know high school crap that nobody really gives y’know.
well, there's some love and there's some aggression in here. mostly a lot of aggression. also i'm maybe trippin out from nyquil bc i've gotten sick by being in this below freezing godforsaken hellhole for 3 days.
DEUCES BOSTON.
THANKS FOR MAKING ME STRONG
