The Curious Case of Chronic Bitchface

Yet another retarded ‘artsy’ type movie to pollute your dashboard and annoy your friends?

HELL NO BITCH.

A movie in which everything gets blown to hell, 6.5 billion people are killed in forty seconds, cults and gangs roam the world, and telekinetic aliens that blew the shit out of everything now scavenge the wastes for food and to terrorize us?  There we go.

I refuse to make a movie that’s blatantly awful, I’m going to try as hard as I can to make this WORTH actually watching, I’m tired of awful movies.  I made a blog for the damn thing, the first post is my first official promotional image, shown here.

Ooooooh, lens flares.

It releases to the internet in June 2014, so stay tuned to that blog to see me struggle with way more than I thought I would have to.

danimansutti:

I’ve found out that my problem is that I never open up and talk about stuff with anybody and it ends up driving me insane

I’m such a closed person, if I ever open up to you consider yourself Jesus

orcasex:

what if Earth was like “i’m done” and flew into the sun 

lord-kitschener:

Tampon/pad packaging and advertising is such a wasted opportunity. It’s all flowery pink shit, when you could instead feature a bunch of explosions and heavy metal music and slogans along the lines of “CAN YOU BLEED FOR DAYS AT A TIME AND NOT DIE? THEN USE METALBADASSBLOODTEX PADS/TAMPONS, ‘CAUSE THEY’RE AS MOTHERFUCKING HARDCORE AS YOU ARE.”

I’m going to bite your butt. 300,000 TIMES.

This isn’t what I’d hoped for my returning post, but it’s fine.

Okay, so I think I have this problem with lying. I don’t do it much, but when I do it’s always to seem (emotionally, none of the muscle shit) stronger than I am, or maybe just to lie to myself about how upset I am or am not.
ANYWAY, the reason this is a problem is because I keep upsetting someone very close to me because of these problems of mine. She had to leave rather ubruptly and now I’m left with this throbbing headache, hot feeling, and outrageous amounts of self loathing. For about three seconds I thought I might cut (never have, never plan to since it doesn’t fix anything, by I did think of it for a second) but decided against that pretty damn quick.
NEXT I thought I might draw something, channel my anger into art and all that, but I couldn’t think of anything o draw really and that would just upset me more.
I thought about venting to the Internet at large (all you sexy motherfuckers and your Tumblringers) about how angry I am, which I guess I’m doing, but I decided I wouldn’t just air all of the problems I have to people who most likely have a hell of a lot to deal with themselves, and are looking to tumblr to find happiness. And slash fiction. And porn. And music. And cats. And more porn. And-
I decided I’d rather feel better, and feel like I’m making progress instead of staying angry and punching another hole in the wall (a lot has happened since I last posted bitches.)
I feel angry with myself, but I’m not as bad as I was when I wrote this title even. I think tumblr has helped me vent in a constructive way, and this is basically a new-age version of the old “letter to myself” thing that I imagine hormonal teens used to do then crumple up and throw away (then presumably make their ways to a Sock-Hop or Hoe-Down or something and fuck like rabbits.)
I’m going to make one small change though, I’m sending this out to the Internet, and letting you all see this. I think maybe this might help someone (if it does, I demand you tell me so I can Internet hug you), or maybe it won’t and it’ll just sit here with the other 70,000 terabytes of data Tumblr has stored.

Oh, and I’m back. Bitches.