I wrote this thinking about the "plastics", especially the ones who go to my school. They will talk about each other behind each other's backs and every once in a while the get slammed, and they look around going "how could this happen to ME?". I think it's rather funny how they're complete and total bitches and then they act like angels whenever something bad happens to THEM instead of somebody else, like they're used to.
written on 5/18/2004
posted on 5/19/2004