I love music. Let’s just start out with that. So here I am sitting in my room looking at my red walls (yes my walls are the color of blood so what don't judge me people) after a boring but routine session of masturbating (I’m man enough to admit it even though most people deny that they don’t, but you know it’s healthy means that I’m still a living and breathing fuckinghomosapien, and no not homo as in not being attracted to the opposite sex and fuck you if you think there’s something wrong with that; now I’m getting of topic shit)in my masterbatorium when it all of a sudden it hits me. My dream in life as pathetic as this probably sounds is to be, a journalist/writer.Yes I want to be a journalist/writer but not one these miserable self loathing pricks that just write about the miserable life that he has. No that won’t be me what the fuck is the point of complaining about how hard life is news flash buddy, life is hard. I’m fucking seventeen years old and I know this so you think I want to read about it now. That’ll be worst then sitting through a James Blunt concert. But yea as I was saying I want to be a journalist/writer and by I know I’m guessing your probably wondering why I implied that I love music in the beginning. Well if you are then please get off of this blog I have no patience for people with shit for brains who can’t figure out that I want to write about music.
Women are the biggest tease.
Well I’m guessing that most of you know what magazine that is yes? Well if you don’t to fucking bad maybe you've been living in a cave for the past twenty years I don’t give a shit but if you don’t you seriously need to get out more. Well this is rolling stone magazine. Hands down the best magazine ever invented besides playboy and maxim. But yea let’s not stray from the fact that this magazine is where I hope to see my writing in when I grow up. My teachers all say that it is possible if I work really hard but let’s be fucking honest here people. I can work like one those Asians you here about that work in sweatshops and I still won’t be good enough. But you see the thing about me is that I won’t stop till I get what I want and that’s what I want. I want to be a writer for rolling stone magazine and I will one day even if it kills me.