Scientology Suuuuuccckkksss!

Anyone ever hear that song? It's by an ooolllldd LA punk band called Bulimia Banquet. They were cool.

So this is as close to Scientology as I will ever get, other than my tradition of giving them the finger ever time I pass by one of their office.



I guess most of it is true, except the part about sleeping a lot. That is *definiely* not true. Hence my current exhaustion, which seems to have become normal.

I'm sick of this shit, I want a fucking boyfriend. It's TIME. If I could make this LJ have sound, the sound right now would be LL Cool J's "I Need Love." Nobody loves me, wah wahhh waaahhhh. Whine Whine Whine. (Sorry, I watched Moulin Rouge last night, it has me in a tizzy. Plus it's springtime.)

Just in the few blocks it takes to get from the subway to work I got SO many comments today, ugh. I got "Hey Legs," "I wanna suck you," "Hey sexy, *some unintelligible smut*" and "You look like a you should be in a magazine." This is what I get for wearing a Catholic school outift, I guess.

I wish men would realize that women do NOT find those comments interesting or sexy. Ladies, you know what I mean. Spring is here, the miniskirt is back in fashion (thank GOD! Before ew all get too old to wear 'em!), so here starts the summer of men hissing bullshit smut as us. Oh JOY, I can't wait.