Snoop Bloggy Blog was taken. Does that make me feel anger? Perhaps, yes. My name is Trey. This is me:
Just kitten. This is obviously not me. Don’t be so gullible, it’s not attractive.
I’m 24. My birthday is less than one month away. April 2nd. The Pope died on my 20th Birthday. I don’t hold it against him…not anymore. I did not want to burden my soul with anger. I graduated college this past December, and I have a full-time job…looking for a full-time job. I worked in retail for 8 years and would most definitely kill myself if I ever had to return. Retail is like an elephant graveyard, it’s full of expired pachyderm bones and shit no one can use. It’s not that I consider myself ‘too good’ to work in retail, I just know it would lead to a severe substance abuse problem–which could lead to a starring role on Intervention, so I’ll keep my options open.
I was hoping that by the age of 25 I would at least be hosting the MTV video music awards (that is if I was 25 during 1994-1997) so I am actually fortunate that didn’t work out. The secret to get on MTV is to get knocked up and talk with a seriously thick southern accent with a ghetto twang, just enough so they will have to provide viewers with captions to understand what your retarded hick ass is trying to say.
This is Erin. She premium-grade lolcat.
She will hate me for posting this, but it captures her in her natural state, so peaceful…and texting.
Below is Corey and Celia.
We all live together…I feel like there is a lot of sexual tension between the three of us. I’m fairly certain when his Garfield goes into her Lily Allen…they are simultaneously thinking of me.
I’m not violent, in fact…I’ve never been in a fight, but when I drive in Atlanta I constantly think of the most painful way I could kill people who fail to grasp the concept of not driving like a marmot’s taint. Rats. Which reminds me of this lazy slut who totally had a stake out in the gym parking lot last night….waiting for a suitable spot to become available. She was like a lioness…hiding, lurking and ready to pounce. I instantly hated her. First of all, you are not in a wheel chair, nor are you pregnant. In fact, you are at the gym, right? Next time do everyone else a favor and park your Frito-covered lazy ass a few blocks away and walk to the gym. Not only would she have cut her time at the gym in half…she’d increase her chances of being hit by a car.
I really could continue. But, til next time…