You know what, Wilson Phillips, I would like to believe you, I really would. There has been a lot of pain, but I just don’t think I can do it anymore. I want to turn around and say goodbye to the Kardashians, but much like bedbugs, they just keep coming back. They gave Kris her own daytime talk show for fucksake!
I just don’t think I can hold on for one more day.
Now I’m all for owning responsibility for my actions, I did not watch the MTV Video Music Awards, I mean MTV doesn’t even show videos anymore, what the hell are they awarding? But that didn’t stop Miley Cyrus’s freaky ass giraffe tongue from being plastered all over the interwebs. Talk about holding me down and making me cry!
I’m waiting for things to go my way, but how may times can I say “one more day?” I’m clingin’ to the precipice, hangin’ on by the tips of my Lee Press-Ons [and if this shit weren’t French Manicure, I would have plummeted long ago]. I survived through the K. Stewart years, and thank jebus that Twilight shit is finally dead, but yet still Justin Bieber lingers and that schlub Seth Rogen is still making movies! How is that even possible?! I keep waiting for Rod Serling to step out and punk me Thanksgiving [and or Fourth of July] Marathon style.
So I’m telling you now, Carnie, Chynna, and Wendy, I will be holding on for just the one more day, and I swear to god, if things don’t change, I’m gonna hold you bitches down and give you something to cry about.
You've been warned...
Oh and WTF, Syria...?
