Bill Gates must be spinning in his grave

I am disturbed at the lack of "Kill Emo Kids" flash games on the internet. It just seems natural to assume that these kids would be constantly abused on the net. But no. It is a very weird thing. Kids who have faux-depression and like to wear make up so it will run. It's almost as fucking stupid as that whole Juggalo bullshit. Fucking Insane Clown Posse. But now we get a barrage of bands who cry and act like women. Listen, Emo Kids. You are the same attention-whores as every other group. You act like Goths who care what people think. The thing is that NOBODY IS THAT FUCKING IMPORTANT. Nobody cares about you, we all have our own lives to worry about. The only thing you will get from us is taunts and jeers. You act like you have depression. I'm sorry, crying is not equal to having serious mental condition. You have no reason to act like that apart from your own stupidity. Because that is what you are.

A bunch of them came into the video store last night when I was renting Wrestlemania XX... uh, I mean, porno, and my flatmate really wanted to see them. They aren't things of wonder. They aren't even worth our time. Levi, the crazed Child Molestor and part time Candy Factory Operator glared at all the sad emo kids at the arcade when I fucked my knee up playing stupid Korean dance simulators. The wouldn't do anything about it though. It's great, you can poke them with a stick and do whatever you want because they will just CRY and not relaliate. It's real fun, and I don't give two fucks about their feelings.

And again, going home last night on the bus a bunch were skateboarding around the Bus Depot, and our driver slowed down to yell at them. Now, when I was younger kids would yell back at the driver and throw their shoes as far as their P-Addled brains would allow. But these kids STARTED CRYING!!! I swear to God my life is now complete.

And yes, I fully understand the irony of myself slagging off emo kids in a BLOG. At least it isn't a fucking LiveJournal.

I went to Emo Game to see if it was about killing emo kids in a fashion so gristly Jason Vorhees would stand back and say "Damn!". Well, if he could talk. IN-FUCKING-STEAD, the game is about some faggy emo band members who have to kill pop culture icons. Hmm, let me see. Who is more popular, the cast of Friends or the singer from the band Bright Eyes? I FUCKING THOUGHT SO. In fact most of the game was about violent gay rape. And I am not making that up. If emo kids want to do something they can come to my house so I can break their fucking stupid ugly monkey faces in with a tire ironm while screaming "YOU WANT SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT?"

And then I would laugh my mother fucking ass off.

I think they deserve our ridicule. They dress that way because they want it. They act the way they do because they want it. So just help them out, and then feel the satisfaction (not that it's hard) of making them burst into tears. Emo will die out, and all that will remain are a few crappy CDs and some ruined eyeliner. These people weren't like this before the fucking craze came about. And they'll just as soon switch back to watching The O.C.

I'll just wait here until the Yo-Yo craze comes back.

Boo hoo, I'm sad because I just am, I don't like being happy, I want to kill myself but I won't. Life hates me, but I don't know that for sure so I'll just assume it. Depressed people have a reason to feel the way they do, and they fucking cope. You're all just fucking pussies who need a good old fashioned soap beating. Ah, soap beatings...