The words of a friend
I've noticed something slightly disturbing recently. MySpace is flooded with pale, tattooed, raven haired bitches that use "X"s more than punctuation marks. Sadly, they seem to consider themselves music aficionados, but they are really just assembly line dolls who all share a dangerous love of Tim Burton and the 'in' straightedge band of the moment. In addition, society in general seems to be overpopulated with this new breed of suicidegirl wannabes. Well to you I say this: You are fooling no one. You're the new cheerleader. The slut. The mean girl. Your clothes are more expensive and you spend more time on your hair and makeup than a Vanderbilt Sorority girl. Four years ago, you would have laughed at the boy wearing eyeliner. So please, I dont want to be your friend. I'd have more in common with a salesperson at Abercrombie & Fitch.

The words of a friend
I've noticed something slightly disturbing recently. MySpace is flooded with pale, tattooed, raven haired bitches that use "X"s more than punctuation marks. Sadly, they seem to consider themselves music aficionados, but they are really just assembly line dolls who all share a dangerous love of Tim Burton and the 'in' straightedge band of the moment. In addition, society in general seems to be overpopulated with this new breed of suicidegirl wannabes. Well to you I say this: You are fooling no one. You're the new cheerleader. The slut. The mean girl. Your clothes are more expensive and you spend more time on your hair and makeup than a Vanderbilt Sorority girl. Four years ago, you would have laughed at the boy wearing eyeliner. So please, I dont want to be your friend. I'd have more in common with a salesperson at Abercrombie & Fitch.