Absolute Future

Song - "The Serpentine Offering"
Artist - Dimmu Borgir
Album - In Sorte Diaboli (2007)

I'd like to say right now that pornogrind is the worst genre to ever exist in music.

No exceptions.

Ben needs to stop talking to Ana. It's really unfair how he automatically assumes things about me and her, when he doesn't even know either of us very well at all. And no, Ben, I don't talk shit about you, you're not even significant enough for me to mention your name. I don't talk shit about your friends either. I frankly don't even mention other people around most of my friends, and the people I hang out with don't even know you exist. There's no reason for me to hate you or talk shit, so don't lie to people and say I do. I hear the things you say about me, especially to Michelle, and it sounds really stupid. I don't hate you, I just don't care about you. It's a neutral feeling. I leave you alone, why can't you leave me alone? Why can't we just all fucking get along?

TIME PARADOX, I've started going to church again. I've gotten to the point where I just really need something to rely on that's not a human being, since all that ever happens is drama and shit. Everybody knows everyone else, and my reputation spreads like AIDS. I really hate it.

grrrrrrr, FUCKLIFE09.

I think I'm going to write a really long blog tonight. I just feel like I haven't typed enough in a while.