Getting the question “Why are you such a skank?” on formspring seems like a good note to end my night on. Humanity disappoints me, yet again.
1) I’m clearly not a skank. If you think that, you dont know me. And if you have the opinion that I’m a skank, you must have some sort of proof that I am one. And if you have proof, you dont need to ask that question. So, thanks for trying to get a rise out of me. Consider it a job well done.
2) If people feel the need to say such immature things over the internet, say it to my face. By posting a question like that you demonstrate your immaturity. And everybody knows that immature people just LOVE drama. So why not step it up a level and stir shit up even more by posting your name on your comment? That would really get something good going. But yeah. If I knew who you were, you would have a pretty sweet bruise on your mouth.
Actually that’s a lie. I don’t throw punches. That’s immature. I also don’t talk shit about people. But whatever, even if I don’t engage in that crap there’s apparently plenty of people who do. Go Kpark.
