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i know i’ve blogged about my hatred for the super sweet sixteen before but last night, at the wedding I was attending, in the other hall, there was a live action super sweet sixteen. it was a sad, sad day in my life. sad on many levels.

we crashed the party to see what was happening. there were super fake boobs from the parents and i think i saw a guido or two, but i can’t confirm nor deny. ok, the party had an oxygen part, dudes with DG belts and versace blazers. the music was terrible and barely existent when you could hear it. they needed clowns on stilts and rapper to really make it super, but the fake hotel theme they went with was super non classy. they had mannequins and taxidermied dogs as accent pieces wearing betsyville and other ugly-fashion trends. it really hurt me that this exists. the 16 year old girl looked like amy wino but in white and not chasing the white rabbit.

it really makes me sad and angry that the world is falling apart, from the economy to the ecology to the environment to the world wide hunger and these parents and their i am the best person ever and have more mafia money to spend do things like this.

how about giving back to the world that you are stealing from or just donate it to charity or adopt a kid or whatever. i mean, do something.

i’m a capitalist, i want to buy the stuff i want, but that was out of freaking control.

rant over, happy birthday you spoiled unhappy 16 year old soon to be wino-wannabe