markpants

OHHHHH Dear god...I ALWAYS promise myself I won'tkeep doing this....i almost never go to these lame ass bars and clubs that all the idiot riversiders go to...never never never. Well...last night a couple of my friends fucking conned me into going. THey said it was a reeally relaxed little cafe/bar...well it turned out to be Club god damn STATUS in Fullerton. Well the place was crawling with dumbdicks. I really don't get it...how can these bro guys take themselves seriously...they're a walking punchline. I'm not just judging on clothes...cuz i normally don't care...but a lot of the time, clothes are a reflection of the character and personality. And you KNOW these guys were at home reallllly trying to look good. But it's their characters that bug me...the way they walk, talk, treat girls and others, the faces they make. NONE of them are orignial, or have passion for anything other than going to some lame club and watching a wet-tshirt contest or staring at the girls there(who by the way, ALLLLLLLLLL were wearing the same damn jean pleated skirt and halter top. If anyone ever wants to go out somewhere and do something productive, or not be around these circus freaks......email me, contact me on here. THanks! I think I'm starting to use my journal as a personal venting mechanism about the same subject....I CAN"T HELP IT...i live in the damn OC.....find me at a bookshop coffeshop reading and throw something at me...ill be more then happy to get hit in the head than see these rejects.