i was not planning on posting this kind of thing today, but fate had a different plan...
a few weeks ago, this idiot stupid person asswipe who is in my psych class was carrying around some published book called the journals of kurt cobain. this pissed me off for many reasons
1. she was reading it during class and saying shit like "he was so genius" and whatnot to her friends.
there are many things wrong with this. the wrongs include but are not limited to the following: she was a total of one year old when her no-doubt fav song "smells like teen spirit" came out. so that's reason number one to shut the fuck up. a large part of the intrigue of that song has to do with being there during the mid-90's and i'm pretty sure you weren't pretending to angst in your diapers, dumbass.
2. yes, Idiot, i know you're not popular and you probably think you can relate to this song. newsflash. you are wrong. you are an idiotic rich "outcast" from We Own Acres Inc and you can shut your stupid piehole. and just by looking at you and your stupid "quirky" cloth shoes that you haven't touched a drug in your life so that dwindles your actual ability to relate to the band, the song, kurt, etc. to maybe about 2%. so once again, shut your stupid piehole.
3. who the hell would publish his private journals? whoever that was, they were corrupt, and if you actually gave a shit about him, and not just the awesome stigma that embodies nirvana and him today, you wouldn't have bought that shit. so. shut. your. stupid. piehole.
wow. i'm glad i've released that. anyway, today molly and i were watching for the umpteenth (?) time, 100 Greatest Songs of the 90s on vh1. we are not hypocrites, and we don't try to pretend like we were moved by the songs featured (like the commentators do) because you know, we were infants for the greater part of the 90s. and just.....no. but then the number one song came on (smells like teen spirit) and the bitch starts making fun of it! i think there was possibly a family guy parody? that seems right. and so yes, i got angry. i stopped my self short of preaching the wonderous awe of that band though...i'm not some idiotic bumbling hypocritical... idiot. ...and then jesse mccartney's song came on the radio and we both tweeked with joy.
in reflection....enjoy
(sorry i think you have to watch a commercial first...cobain would be dead set against that.)
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