Saturday, December 13, 2008

Rage against the indie.

I thought this was so funny
I did not write this.

Alright, and now Henry Stone, it’s your turn.

For all of those out there who aren’t aware who 'Henry Stone' is, you better get your act in gear because he’s probably one of the most important people in the entire states. You don’t get it, he’s a DJ. Like a legitimate dj. And he’s so fecking rich that his dad would totally whip your dad’s ass in a fight. So here’s to you Henry Stone, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. You need to realize that just because you’ve been to every damn country on the face of the planet and experienced every luxury life has to offer, it doesn’t make you queen of sheiba. You’re a snot nosed brat who may dress well, but your act doesn’t fit the part. Your iphone is shit. And your only hobbies are the applications and games that facebook and apple has to offer. Good hell kid get some better hobbies. I don’t understand how you can walk past people in your urban outfitters pride and only look down. You are truly urban outtfitter’s pride and joy. They fed you. They clothed you! They really love you! Thank you for keeping them in business. I’m never going to be good enough for you and I don’t know why even being your friend, that fact still applies. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you letting me be your weekend girl for just one night. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope it was worth it. You really made me feel like a star. Your attention gives me breathe of life. Truly, I am forever in your debt for all the times you have made plans with me and deliberately blown me off. Thank you so very much! And let us all not forget the beginning, when we first became friends and you asked me to go to a movie with you on a Monday afternoon. I hope you never know this, but I waited all day long for you to call me. All damn day. No text. No call. Nothing. You can’t treat me like a dirty penny and use me when you need the extra cent but realize it’s not of much worth and toss it when you don’t want it anymore. You’re a scrawny little boy who treats me like shit and I still cannot figure out why I am so drawn to you after you walk all over me. I don’t understand why I am so in love with you, to be honest I hardly even know you. But while I am in love with you I will wake up one day and no longer be under your pathetic spell of indie glory. You are the scum between my toes. And you complete me.