Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Fuck You, Solo Mobile

Seriously, you fucking criminalistic piece of shit, go to hell.

In one week, you've managed to bend me over and stick it up my ass without lube three times.

First - you over charged me. You charged me 15 dollars for Unlimited Text Message, then, you charged me 10 dollars for 2500 free text messages. Where the fuck is the logic in that one, dipshits? Your system is so fucking flawed if it cant figure that if someone has Unlimited that they don't want 2500 free anymore. Go to hell.

Second - after you credited me back 10 dollars from the 2500 free text messages, you fucked up my unlimited text messaging, causing me to pay for texts, incoming and outgoing. Way to go, dipshits.

Third - you sent me a bullshit email:

Ref.: 6134334863

Good day Mr Eady,

Thank you for using Solo Mobile's Internet Customer Care. My name is
Kim. I have read your message and I am pleased to assist you.

In response to your question, I wish to inform you that your problem has
been fixed.

The only reason why you got charged was for the monthly feature at
$15/month deducted off your balance on the 28th of October. Please note
that each month on the 24th, you will be charged $19.45 for your Service
Access Fee and your Unlimited Text Messages Bundle.

Fortunately, I have credited back $2.10 since the Unlimited Text
Messages feature was removed for the weekend.

Thank you for choosing Solo Mobile as your wireless communications
provider. I hope to have answered your questions. Don't hesitate to
e-mail us again at:

http://www.solomobile.ca/Default.aspx#/Contact-Us/Contact-Us.aspx

Have a really nice day.

Kim (6006607)
Solo Mobile Internet Client care

Well no fucking shit that's why I was charged 15 dollars. I was aware of that when I was asked if I was sure I wanted to pay 15 dollars a month for unlimited texting. And what the fuck is this, making me pay 19.45 a month now? "Service Charge Fees?" What fucking service? Your service sucks, and you can't even fix a simple fucking problem.

I fucking hate Solo Mobile. They managed to steal so much money from their customers. Some are too fucking rich/lazy to realize that they're being overcharged, so they just take it up the ass and pay more monthly.

Do what I do, and drop Solo Mobile. Go with fucking Kudo, or anything else. Solo is a worthless piece of shit.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Fuck off.

I cant be arsed in making a new website for your reading pleasure. Here, have some old blog posts from another blog I had;

http://wiloinvogue.blogspot.com/

Monday, October 20, 2008

How do you Dumbasses Manage to Breath?

And yet I still find myself in disbelief at how unbelievably stupid this fucking town can be.

I sit here at my co-op placement, trying to do some honest work so I can better my life, and I get a message:
"hey fuckface"

Now, I consider myself a reasonable man, so I'll leave the name of this character out of this note. However, being a reasonable man, I'll bash the fucking hell out of him just for my own, and your, personal enjoyment.

A few things from his Facebook profile;
Nameless is hangin out with my wang out with my girlfriend so hoes don't send me messages EX. Genine.

Nameless is back home ( i guess ) with my girl now and is very happy and is sleeping in tomorrow so don't send me fucking messages yah you genine.

Nameless bought the secret Area 51 for 75 gold bars at the International Store in Dope Wars.

Congratulations, dumbass. You're "hangin out with your wang out with my girlfriend." I sincerely hope that didn't seem poetic or intelligent to you. You make yourself look like a dumbass every time you speak, let alone type.

"is sleeping in tomorrow so don't send me fucking messages yah you genine." It seems like you have a problem with your computer - most of us don't instantly wake up once a message hits our Facebook inbox. So explain to me why it would be a bad thing to message you? Oh, and singling out someone like that, especially Genine, whom I happen to think is a nice girl, despite something recent that happened, is pretty fucking dumb.

"bought the secret Area 51 for 75 gold bars at the International Store in Dope Wars." Wow, you're so fucking cool. You play a shitty application game on Facebook in the vain hope that it might further your understanding of drug use. Go die in a fire.

Day after day I get harassing messages from people through the internet. Never to my face. Congratulations, kid. You're e-cool now. You managed to threaten me over the internet. Do me a favour and suck some more cock, why don't you.

Quit taking my oxygen, Renfrew.


Thursday, October 16, 2008

Fuck this Town.

I'm beginning to question my faith in society. Sure, so far, I have none, but the little that was left was just fucking demolished.

Every night I walk uptown, to meet someone, to take someone somewhere, or to just cruise for a bite to eat, I have to get into a fight, verbal or physical. It seems like every day people just love to get up in my face to try and kiss me.

Really, can I not just have a peaceful life? I don't do drugs anymore, I hardly drink, I'm quitting smoking, and I'm exercising. I'm healthier than I've ever been, I'm mature, and I just want to live quietly. I don't want to fight anyone or anything. I just want to live my life.


But no. I'm not allowed a peaceful life. Someone has to start a rumor that I "pulled a knife on two girls at the fair."

Right. Now, explain that to me logically. Why in the sweet name of fuck would I pull a knife on two girls? If, and I can't overstate the if, I decided to get into a fight with any number of girls, would I pull a knife? I'm not weak. I can hold my own in a fight. I don't need a knife to win. And the best part is, I would not even dream of hitting a girl.

So why must you assume that because of what one person said, that I pulled a knife? I don't carry a fucking knife. What's the point in that? If I was to carry a knife, it would be for self defense. But then, if used for self defense, I get a hefty fine for a concealed weapon, manslaughter (if the offender was to be killed) and probably a charge for disturbing the peace. So any incentive to carry a knife is already ruined, is it not?

Even better is when people get into my face for absolutely NO reason. Like when Kyle Delorme grabbed me by the neck and threw me into a window, screaming about how I cant stand up to him.

Well no fucking shit, Kyle. I cant. Your bigger, stronger, and could probably kill me with your bare hands. I don't really care that you can kick my ass. I'm not the toughest guy on the block, I'm aware of that. But assaulting me for no reason? You're fucking brilliant.

Seriously. This town is the depths of hell for me.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Grow the Fuck up, and Learn to Act your God Damned Age

So here I sit yet again in front of my laptop typing away at an angry note about the population of Renfrew.

Grow the fuck up. Seriously, is it so hard to act your age? Stop smoking cigarettes to be cool, and stop using the excuse "I'm addicted." It's a fucking insult to those of us that truly are addicted. Stop smoking pot to be noticed by a guy and using the excuse "I love the visual trips." Good luck finding pot in Renfrew that gives a true visual trip. Stop drinking to be cool and using the excuse "I need to relieve my stress." Its another fucking insult to the people that actually do have stress-related problems.

You're fucking 14. You don't need to act cool to be noticed, you don't need to be drunk to have fun, and you definitely don't need to smoke pot because it trips you out.

I've went through the phase, yea. Go ahead, and call me a hypocrite. But if you want to go through the drug, alcohol and tobacco addictions I did, keep doing it. Seriously. The only place it will get you is in some strangers bed with a cock stuffed up your ass. I hope you enjoy it. (Note for the slow - this never happened to me.)

And YOU are 19. And you act like you're 14. You constantly fight with people, never know when to shut your fucking mouth, and bitch about sweet fuck all. Act your mother fucking age.

If I deal with more constant fighting whilst I'm around a different group of friends, I'm going to scream until the blood runs down my throat. It's fucking embarrassing to have to deal with that shit when someone you like is standing there. I brought them into it, expecting to just hang out and have a general good time as always, but no. You have to start screaming and yelling about how that kid pisses you off.

Grow up, or get the fuck off my planet.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

I'm a Sour Asshole, and Proud of it.

That's right. I'm a sour asshole, and I'm bloody proud of it.

As I look back at myself, I realize how idiotic I've made myself look. But now, I realize that it was all worth it. Everyone hates me. But you know what? I hate everyone, and everything. I hate the media, I hate school, I hate people, I hate work, I hate living, I hate nature. I could make the list go on forever.

I can't blame my hate on my upbringing, my parents, my friends, or my lifestyle. I can't really blame it on anything but my own mentality. I believe that the entire government is corrupt, that every soul on earth is evil, and that no one gives a shit about anything anymore.

Really, no one cares anymore. Everyone litters, graffiti, and destroys absolutely everything. No one has any respect for anyone, or any property whatsoever.

Now, I know that's stereotypical of me, but bear with me. I'm aware there's a small percentage of the world's population that actually cares about the world. But what has Green Peace, PITA, and all the other peace organizations done so far?

They've managed to save portions of the world. A protected wildlife habitat there, a national park there, but the world's a big place, and the efforts are falling far below their mark.

I hate this bullshit.

Fuck you, your Teenage Drama, and your Canyonesque Mouth.

Seriously, I'm tired of it.

Last night, while I was laying down watching Corner Gas, I got bitched at because I like someones best friend.

Now, I can understand that. Of course you'll be angry, jealous, etc at the fact that I like your best friend more than you. But you have to remember, I fucking told you I didn't like you because you put revenge before friends. So fuck you.

What gets me even more is the fact that the girl I like, whom I might as well keep the name out of here, because I feel like it, and because I think it's slightly polite, both agreed to not do anything, date, whatever you interpret that as, because its in the best interest of YOU. We're doing that to protect YOU from the bullshit I've went through multiple times. Because I fucking know how much it hurts.

So next time you decide to bitch at me, consider being more rational than irrational, and analyze the situation thoroughly before you flip out at me, for the love of god.

Music Critics, Dumbasses, and Other Fucking Morons

Yaknowhat?!

I HATE YOU ALL!!! <3
Just fucking with you.

Who I really hate are all these fucking losers who think its cool to listen to rap and bounce up and down with their pants around their ankles and go "AWWWWWWWW YEYE!" to every fucking thing you say. Why dont you all go burn in hell?

Seriously, I see nothing wrong with rap. Hell, I've even danced to it! But fuck you, wiggers. You all have narrow minded views. You cant see past your fucking black rhyming counterparts. I have nothing against black people either. But fuck, they're obviously stupid, if half the musical "rappers" get shot. Morons. Quit pissing off people with your shitty lyrics and you wont get shot.

However, thats not what this is about. This is about all the general people who can only appreciate one genre of music. And then, to add on that, they critique everyone else's favorite genres. "Oh no, your genre sucks, ____ genre is the shit!"

Guess what? No one cares. Just because you say this, they arent going to change the type of music they like. And even after I point this out, why the hell do they keep saying, "I dont care, ____ is still better."

No, it's not. What you have, sir asshat, is an opinion, and opinions are bullshit. I dont care what you think. If I do, I'll ask you. I happen to love my genre of hardcore, metalcore, grindcore, emo, screamo(which are all pretty much the same thing, some asshole just decided to make up a bunch of labels for the same thing), and I dont need you hating on it just because you dont like it. It's not just a bunch of "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH". If you would listen carefully, you would hear the words.

And now, onto "dumbasses". That's right, it's probably you, sitting in your chair staring at the computer screen in awe trying to interpret the meaning of this note.

You're a dumbass. Thats all I have to say to you.

When I say "other fucking morons", I'm referring to the type of people who label others. "Oh, that kids a fag." Guess what? You're a fag for saying that, you fucking dipshit. Sure, I just labelled you. You know why? You deserved it.

Everywhere I turn, there's more labels being flung around. The music I listen to was first classified as emo. Then screamo. Now its hardcore. Soon, it'll be called metalcore. Then grindcore. Why cant it just stay emo? Because you cockfags have to change everything. Argh. I despise you.

And now, another label confusion. What am I?
Take a guess.
Emo
Punk
Goth

Which one? Oh, I've been called all three. Confusion between you fag labellers, eh? Die in a fire.


Man, am I good at the teenage angst scene or what?
<3