Absolutely so true.

“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Well, that’s what we do - we fight. You tell me when i’m being a pain in the ass and I tell you when you’re being an arrogant son of a bitch. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a two second rebound rate then you’re back doing the next arrogant thing. So give me a break.

Merry Christmas everyone.

I just received a text from Shaunna that read:

Wish you peace, love, health, blah blah blah - fuck that shit. Wish you lots of sex and orgasms, alcohol and hope you win the lottery. Merry Christmas!

Scratch the alcohol for good times, and here's hoping.

I love my life.

My brother just threatened to kill me.
And laugh when he's watching me bleed to death.


How nice.

One day...

...i'm going to offer people a pencil for their thoughts.

Just going to stand on a busy street with my notebook ready for them to write out their thoughts.

Just because i'm curious.

I miss being a kid.

When I was a little girl, I used to talk into balloons. Not to balloons but into them. I used to think that my voice would be trapped inside the balloon and when it pops, my voice comes out with the message I put into it. I used to say sweet things like “you’re beautiful” or “have a nice day” or just something about myself so they’d feel like they made a new friend. Then i’d let the balloon go and hope that someone finds it one day, pops it, hears my voice and so they can feel less alone.

I hate when i’m alone because then I start thinking about everything. I think about all the problems I am too weak to face and all the things that might happen in the future, good or bad. I create those ‘what ifs’ in my head and then I get myself all worried over things that probably won’t happen. Most of the time I am so annoyed because I make myself that way. I hate it.

Homewreckers...

Please walk towards your near by 10-story building and hop off the roof.

Your morals are fucked up and lead you to affect other people’s lives exponentially.

You ruin relationships and you ruin lives.

Everything was always okay until you stepped in.

GTFO.

Blah, blah, anyway…

You know sometimes when you turn on the radio it seems like the stations play one of four artists?  Lately it seems Pink, Katy Perry, Taio Cruz, and Usher are ruling the airwaves.  I freaking hate Katy Perry’s 'Firework'.  HATE IT!  It has to be one of the stupidest songs of all times.  Who the hell starts a song with the line: "have you ever felt like a plastic bag?”  What the hell is that about?  Who feels like a plastic bag EVER?  Such people should be immediately arrested, beaten with their own stupidity.

And don’t get me started on that horrible Taio Cruz song!  Every time I hear a cord from that song I immediately want to throw my hands up in the air, ball them into fists, and bring them down on his face.  Awful song.  Awful.

A Bottomless Pit Day

Barring getting your eyes gouged out by a rabid dingo, there’s really nothing quite like PMS. Most of us that suffer from it are delighted to tell you how we would rather die a thousand deaths than have to live through it. Some of us turn into royal bitches, some of us weep during cat food commercials and then there are those of us that will eat the world.

Eat.
The.
World.

You’ll all be shocked to read that I am one of those poor bitches that not only turns into a super bitch but that has a bottomless pit right around the time that i’m getting my period. Bring on the crispies!

I hate when people i'm not close to touch my face.

I don’t even know where your hands have been and how clean they really are. Keep your hands off my face before your oil clogs my pores. 


Thanks, much appreciation.