I have just listened to one song off of your new album, and honey, things aren’t looking too good. Um, “You’re a little pistol and I’m fucking pistol whipped”?
Huh.
Cute.
Remember the days when you were actually awesome? When your songs weren’t all about emo kid love and Hot Topic bondage kits? When you were mad as hell and not going to take it anymore? When your lyrics had at least some social relevance?
I do.
I miss those days.
Those were the days when you didn’t look like an angsty Sith lord going through puberty.
But I suppose I should come to the point.
STOP SUCKING.
IT’S MAKING ME SAD.
I mean what is it? Is it the drugs? Did you forget how to kick ass?
I just want you to know, if you need any help in reassembling your badassery, you can always call me. Day or night, just pick up the phone. I mean that. I do.
Love,
Alanna
Welp, now I’m off to see if the rest of the album is as sucky as it seems. Satan give me strength.
Also, my phone just autocorrected “Satan” to “Gods tan.”
Riiiight.