I'm kind of pissed off right now. And my iPod is on shuffle.
Guess who came on?
... Don't know? Sucks to be you.
It's Bob Marley<3
He can make a bad day seem good. He actually lifted my spirits with the song No Woman No Cry.
I am in love with this man:) He just makes my day all the time. I love his music and what he stood for.
I would kill to see him live... If only he was still alive in the first place.
I'm so sad that he didn't just get his hand removed when the cancer became terminal. But his religion was against it. I get that. But that doesn't mean that I don't wish he would have just become an amputee. He would still be great at what he did.
I mean hell, look at the drummer of Def Leppard. He lost his arm and he continued to play the drums. That takes some dedication.
It's just sometimes, I wish Bob Marley did that. He is my idol along with Jimi Henderix.
I love the both of them so much.
I also love Slash and Tony Iommi but that's because they're guitarists and I play a little.
I wish my main idols weren't dead :\
But hey, that's life.
Ohmygod! Three Little Birds just came on.
"Don't worry 'bout a thing. 'Cause every little thing'll be alright."
I LOVE THIS MAN!
Gahhh! I LOVE his message to the world. He's so.... Inspirational.
... I'm in love with Bob Marley.
Perfectly fine with me :)
Peace
-A
R.I.P
BOB MARLEY AND JIMI HENDERIX. MY IDOLS<3
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
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Title doesn't make sense, I know. But neither does my thoughts.
So, ''D'' and I talked. For, like, 3 seconds.
It was just a "Happy Easter" exchange.
Enough with him. You already know he pisses me off.
So, my raw finger is no longer raw and I'm actually typing with my right pointer finger! Happy day:)
Cause I can actually use it again.
I've come to the conclusion that I might be slightly anorexic.
Why? You ask.
I never eat. I really only eat when I'm with my friend Jessica. Other then that, I have the occasional orange because you need the Vitamin D up here where the sun don't shine. But besides that, nothing enters my stomach and I don't have those hunger pains anymore. I mean sure, I'll get them sometimes but they aren't as bad as they used to be. Slight pangs in my mid-section and they leave. I've also opted to drink less Mountain Dew. I used to be an avid MNT Dew drinker. Kind of like being an alcoholic but I don't drink alcohol.
ANYWAYS-- I've started to drink Sobe. It's a very good drink to get at the gas station when you're on the run. Although, I do miss the glass bottles they used to have. I always thought those were cool. But, I drink more of that then MNT Dew because I don't want my teeth to rot out and fall out of my head. I already have enough self-esteem issues.
Basically I've come to the conclusion that if I continue to have the same dietary habits that I do now when I'm middle aged (ew. Just ew.) I'm going to be "chunky" and I don't want that.
Okay, my finger is starting to hurt a little so bye:)
Happy Easter!
Peace
-A
So, ''D'' and I talked. For, like, 3 seconds.
It was just a "Happy Easter" exchange.
Enough with him. You already know he pisses me off.
So, my raw finger is no longer raw and I'm actually typing with my right pointer finger! Happy day:)
Cause I can actually use it again.
I've come to the conclusion that I might be slightly anorexic.
Why? You ask.
I never eat. I really only eat when I'm with my friend Jessica. Other then that, I have the occasional orange because you need the Vitamin D up here where the sun don't shine. But besides that, nothing enters my stomach and I don't have those hunger pains anymore. I mean sure, I'll get them sometimes but they aren't as bad as they used to be. Slight pangs in my mid-section and they leave. I've also opted to drink less Mountain Dew. I used to be an avid MNT Dew drinker. Kind of like being an alcoholic but I don't drink alcohol.
ANYWAYS-- I've started to drink Sobe. It's a very good drink to get at the gas station when you're on the run. Although, I do miss the glass bottles they used to have. I always thought those were cool. But, I drink more of that then MNT Dew because I don't want my teeth to rot out and fall out of my head. I already have enough self-esteem issues.
Basically I've come to the conclusion that if I continue to have the same dietary habits that I do now when I'm middle aged (ew. Just ew.) I'm going to be "chunky" and I don't want that.
Okay, my finger is starting to hurt a little so bye:)
Happy Easter!
Peace
-A
Saturday, April 23, 2011
What The Fuck?
* If this is to be uttered to anyone with a name starting with D, you'll regret it. Don't even mention it to me. I am merely posting what is on my mind. *
Why do you stay?
I treat you like shit. I know I do. I'm rude to you. I'm cruel. I hurt you mentally.
I almost broke your fucking hand.
But did I say sorry?
Yes.
Was it genuine?
No.
I treat you like dirt. And you know it. You have confronted me about it.
You say you want to break up with me. But then I do something wonderful.
And you just won't fucking leave.
You have to stay. It grates on my nerves, actually.
So, dear reader, you ask why don't I just end it?
My answer:
I can't. I can't bring myself to hurt him like that.
But yet, I treat you like you are nothing.
You deserve so much more.
I admit that.
But you just won't fucking leave.
I say I'm anti-social. I, quite literally, say I don't want to meet your friends.
I already know I don't like them.
I hate your hugs.
Your kisses,
well,
they make me gag when you aren't looking. I try and draw out a long period of time before I have to kiss you again.
You fucking suck, by the way.
Again, dear reader, you ask "Why don't you just grow a set and get it the fuck over with?!"
My answer; I just can't. That is my lame, but truthful, answer.
I just can't. I can't do it. For the life of me, I can not bring myself to say the words "I'm done with you."
I can hurt you in every other way with no remorse but I can't hurt you with the words "I don't want to be with you anymore."
It's fucked up, isn't it?
You may think of me in a different way.
Do I care?
No.
'Course not. Never have. Never will.
You say you want me to open up.
But we both know that's like pulling teeth from an extremely pissed off Gator.
It ain't gonna happen without blood being shed.
You say you hate girls with drama.
So I say I'm suicidal and literally crazy.
You feel sympathetic.
I skipped school because I didn't want your pathetic sympathy.
So I just told you I had a migraine.
The lie worked and you are none the wiser.
Fucked Up Me: 1 You: 0
I feed you lies all the time.
No, I didn't smoke weed.
Lie One.
Yes, I love you too.
Lie Two.
Of course I love your hugs.
Lie Three.
No, I don't hate you.
Lie Four.
Uh, yeah you're a great kisser *Insert Totally Fake Smile Here*
Lie Five.
Those are the five main lies.
And don't worry, there's more!
God, I feel fucking horrible because of the fact that I just cant fucking end this stupid relationship. I have to make you do it. Because then I feel justified. Like I did something good.
But I won't be doing that. I'll have just destroyed you in a more permanent way. All the other girls you'll ever be with in your life will curse my name because I'll have fucked you over so bad.
I don't want to hear SHIT from anybody about this post *Cough, Jessica, Cough Cough*
I am so fucked over in the head.
Peace
-A
Why do you stay?
I treat you like shit. I know I do. I'm rude to you. I'm cruel. I hurt you mentally.
I almost broke your fucking hand.
But did I say sorry?
Yes.
Was it genuine?
No.
I treat you like dirt. And you know it. You have confronted me about it.
You say you want to break up with me. But then I do something wonderful.
And you just won't fucking leave.
You have to stay. It grates on my nerves, actually.
So, dear reader, you ask why don't I just end it?
My answer:
I can't. I can't bring myself to hurt him like that.
But yet, I treat you like you are nothing.
You deserve so much more.
I admit that.
But you just won't fucking leave.
I say I'm anti-social. I, quite literally, say I don't want to meet your friends.
I already know I don't like them.
I hate your hugs.
Your kisses,
well,
they make me gag when you aren't looking. I try and draw out a long period of time before I have to kiss you again.
You fucking suck, by the way.
Again, dear reader, you ask "Why don't you just grow a set and get it the fuck over with?!"
My answer; I just can't. That is my lame, but truthful, answer.
I just can't. I can't do it. For the life of me, I can not bring myself to say the words "I'm done with you."
I can hurt you in every other way with no remorse but I can't hurt you with the words "I don't want to be with you anymore."
It's fucked up, isn't it?
You may think of me in a different way.
Do I care?
No.
'Course not. Never have. Never will.
You say you want me to open up.
But we both know that's like pulling teeth from an extremely pissed off Gator.
It ain't gonna happen without blood being shed.
You say you hate girls with drama.
So I say I'm suicidal and literally crazy.
You feel sympathetic.
I skipped school because I didn't want your pathetic sympathy.
So I just told you I had a migraine.
The lie worked and you are none the wiser.
Fucked Up Me: 1 You: 0
I feed you lies all the time.
No, I didn't smoke weed.
Lie One.
Yes, I love you too.
Lie Two.
Of course I love your hugs.
Lie Three.
No, I don't hate you.
Lie Four.
Uh, yeah you're a great kisser *Insert Totally Fake Smile Here*
Lie Five.
Those are the five main lies.
And don't worry, there's more!
God, I feel fucking horrible because of the fact that I just cant fucking end this stupid relationship. I have to make you do it. Because then I feel justified. Like I did something good.
But I won't be doing that. I'll have just destroyed you in a more permanent way. All the other girls you'll ever be with in your life will curse my name because I'll have fucked you over so bad.
I don't want to hear SHIT from anybody about this post *Cough, Jessica, Cough Cough*
I am so fucked over in the head.
Peace
-A
Friday, April 22, 2011
Mother To Daughter
I finally told my mom (Who shall be called "Morticia" because I'm known as "Wednesday" on her blog) that I was Agnostic leaning towards Atheist. When she asked why I told her that I lost my faith in the 7th grade.
*You have to keep in mind that is when things in my family went extremely down hill. Suicide, bankruptcy, loosing the family company, lost the house, etc.*
She understood and said "But if you curse his name, you are acknowledging his existence."
Well, that one stumped me.
And to sum things up we went from faith to mental health back to faith and then back to mental health. But all of it made sense. And when I say mental health, I do not mean that people in my family are mentally retarded, although I have a cousin like that but she's the only one. What I'm saying is that people on my moms side suffer from extreme depression. Suicidal depression. And I know it's a suicidal depression because I suffer from it myself. I have to fight back the demons in my head telling me to kill myself. And if you know me at all you know I want to live. But if you have no intelligence of this type of thing, all you're going to do is call me a melodramatic, moody, teenage girl. I am not.
Would you call me melodramatic, moody teenage girl who has held a gun to her head? No. I don't think you would.
I don't take medication anymore because I lose my ability to feel the world around me. I feel prosthetic. Fake. Plastic. Inhuman.
But when I don't take the medication I get the most horrible, terrifying nightmares that quite literally leave me shaking and in a cold sweat. Sometimes they get to be so unbearable that I'm afraid to go to sleep.
But here's the thing; now that I've told Morticia and all of you, the nightmares will go away. But they'll come back. They always do. And they come back with a purpose. That purpose is to try and make me kill myself.
My mother said this, and I quote, "You are a strong individual. So those things, those demons, that give you nightmares like that will try harder to take you down then they will your brother. You are a harder, more challenging soul they want to take. And I'm not saying your brother is weak, he's not, but he's an easier target."
And after another long discussion I found out why some many weird things happen to me. Why I get Deja Vu's so much. Why I get such forceful feelings of "Don't go there." and "That person isn't safe."
Basically what I'm saying is don't tell someone they're "Weird" because they take medication to keep the demons at bay. And I say demons for a reason. They want to hurt you. I am not making this up. Support those who suffer from this. Don't shun them. They need help more then they will admit. I know. I've walked and still walk the path.
Peace
-A
*You have to keep in mind that is when things in my family went extremely down hill. Suicide, bankruptcy, loosing the family company, lost the house, etc.*
She understood and said "But if you curse his name, you are acknowledging his existence."
Well, that one stumped me.
And to sum things up we went from faith to mental health back to faith and then back to mental health. But all of it made sense. And when I say mental health, I do not mean that people in my family are mentally retarded, although I have a cousin like that but she's the only one. What I'm saying is that people on my moms side suffer from extreme depression. Suicidal depression. And I know it's a suicidal depression because I suffer from it myself. I have to fight back the demons in my head telling me to kill myself. And if you know me at all you know I want to live. But if you have no intelligence of this type of thing, all you're going to do is call me a melodramatic, moody, teenage girl. I am not.
Would you call me melodramatic, moody teenage girl who has held a gun to her head? No. I don't think you would.
I don't take medication anymore because I lose my ability to feel the world around me. I feel prosthetic. Fake. Plastic. Inhuman.
But when I don't take the medication I get the most horrible, terrifying nightmares that quite literally leave me shaking and in a cold sweat. Sometimes they get to be so unbearable that I'm afraid to go to sleep.
But here's the thing; now that I've told Morticia and all of you, the nightmares will go away. But they'll come back. They always do. And they come back with a purpose. That purpose is to try and make me kill myself.
My mother said this, and I quote, "You are a strong individual. So those things, those demons, that give you nightmares like that will try harder to take you down then they will your brother. You are a harder, more challenging soul they want to take. And I'm not saying your brother is weak, he's not, but he's an easier target."
And after another long discussion I found out why some many weird things happen to me. Why I get Deja Vu's so much. Why I get such forceful feelings of "Don't go there." and "That person isn't safe."
Basically what I'm saying is don't tell someone they're "Weird" because they take medication to keep the demons at bay. And I say demons for a reason. They want to hurt you. I am not making this up. Support those who suffer from this. Don't shun them. They need help more then they will admit. I know. I've walked and still walk the path.
Peace
-A
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
4:20
Today is 4:20.
I'm so fucking bakedddddddd :))))))
but SHHHH! My BOYfriend can't knowwww, mkayyy ????
I celebrated wifff friendss at a friendss housseeeee . . . . .
I FUCKING LOVE TODAY!!!!!!!
i'm gonna haveee succh a huge hangoverrr xP
WHAT EVERRRR!!!!!!!
PEACE BEE-OTHCESSS <333333333
-----AAAAA
I'm so fucking bakedddddddd :))))))
but SHHHH! My BOYfriend can't knowwww, mkayyy ????
I celebrated wifff friendss at a friendss housseeeee . . . . .
I FUCKING LOVE TODAY!!!!!!!
i'm gonna haveee succh a huge hangoverrr xP
WHAT EVERRRR!!!!!!!
PEACE BEE-OTHCESSS <333333333
-----AAAAA
Monday, April 18, 2011
The Women Who Wear The Pants.
So, like I said in the post before, my boyfriend and I got into a scrap.
He is now walking on eggshells. Because I'm "clinically" crazy. But he doesn't know that. Yet.
Although... I'm pretty sure he's guessed it.
He got mad at me for doing something illegal but fun.
I'm pretty sure you can guess what I did.
Anyways;....
He's mad. Or was mad. Whatever.
I basically told him to grab his big boy panties and fucking deal. I'm going to do things he doesn't like. He can either suck it up or we are over. He chose to suck it up. Wise choice. But now he's kissing my ass too much.
How backwards is that??
He wants me to talk about my feelings but I'd rather go become a "Barbie" before I do that.
He wears the skirt. I wear the pants.
I just wonder if he's noticed it by now. Probably. He's not stupid. But he isn't smart.
I mean, I think I love him. But I'm not sure.
See how I put emphasis on "think"?
I'm a little cynical about love but not as much as my friend. (You know who you are.)
I don't like it but I don't hate it. I'm kind of neutral about the whole thing. I don't mind being in love, I just hate the whole admitting it part and the whole 'falling' scene. It's so fucking Disney to me. And it seems like every women in todays society is supposed to find "him", ya know?
I don't want to be like everyone else.
I don't want that whole chick flick romance.
Those just put false hopes in girls heads and the guys who DO like them, and are decent, will never match the fairy tale in their head. It's so screwed up now.
Fucking Hollywood, man. Fucking Hollywood.
Okay, my raw finger is actually causing me intense pain so I'm gonna go.
Peace
-A
He is now walking on eggshells. Because I'm "clinically" crazy. But he doesn't know that. Yet.
Although... I'm pretty sure he's guessed it.
He got mad at me for doing something illegal but fun.
I'm pretty sure you can guess what I did.
Anyways;....
He's mad. Or was mad. Whatever.
I basically told him to grab his big boy panties and fucking deal. I'm going to do things he doesn't like. He can either suck it up or we are over. He chose to suck it up. Wise choice. But now he's kissing my ass too much.
How backwards is that??
He wants me to talk about my feelings but I'd rather go become a "Barbie" before I do that.
He wears the skirt. I wear the pants.
I just wonder if he's noticed it by now. Probably. He's not stupid. But he isn't smart.
I mean, I think I love him. But I'm not sure.
See how I put emphasis on "think"?
I'm a little cynical about love but not as much as my friend. (You know who you are.)
I don't like it but I don't hate it. I'm kind of neutral about the whole thing. I don't mind being in love, I just hate the whole admitting it part and the whole 'falling' scene. It's so fucking Disney to me. And it seems like every women in todays society is supposed to find "him", ya know?
I don't want to be like everyone else.
I don't want that whole chick flick romance.
Those just put false hopes in girls heads and the guys who DO like them, and are decent, will never match the fairy tale in their head. It's so screwed up now.
Fucking Hollywood, man. Fucking Hollywood.
Okay, my raw finger is actually causing me intense pain so I'm gonna go.
Peace
-A
Sunday, April 17, 2011
seniors SUCK! love class of 2014
So,
I'm fucking fucked.
Like, prison rape fucked.
Okay, so we have this HUGE rock at my school were the kids are aloud to spray paint with happy birthday messages and stuff like that. Well yesterday my friend Jessica and I got the balls to go and spray paint "SENIORS SUCK!!!" on it.
Somebody came by, not an hour later, and changed 'suck' to 'study'. We both thought that was stupid.
She was gonna change it but was busy today so she couldn't. I was going out to get cat food with my dad when she told me this. So I asked if I could fix it. My dad said yes. It now says "SENIORS SUCK! LOVE CLASS OF 2014"
I posted it on Facebook. I have senior friends on facebook.
I'm screwed.
But it was SO worth it xD!
So while my boyfriend was groveling at my feet, I was signing my death sentence.
FYI: He was groveling because I got mad at him for getting mad at me cause I did something I enjoyed. I basically told him to deal with it or we were over.
Now he's acting like I'm a ticking time bomb.
Which I am. But I don't want him to know that.
So with a raw index finger (from spray painting) I bid you good night :)
Peace
-A
I'm fucking fucked.
Like, prison rape fucked.
Okay, so we have this HUGE rock at my school were the kids are aloud to spray paint with happy birthday messages and stuff like that. Well yesterday my friend Jessica and I got the balls to go and spray paint "SENIORS SUCK!!!" on it.
Somebody came by, not an hour later, and changed 'suck' to 'study'. We both thought that was stupid.
She was gonna change it but was busy today so she couldn't. I was going out to get cat food with my dad when she told me this. So I asked if I could fix it. My dad said yes. It now says "SENIORS SUCK! LOVE CLASS OF 2014"
I posted it on Facebook. I have senior friends on facebook.
I'm screwed.
But it was SO worth it xD!
So while my boyfriend was groveling at my feet, I was signing my death sentence.
FYI: He was groveling because I got mad at him for getting mad at me cause I did something I enjoyed. I basically told him to deal with it or we were over.
Now he's acting like I'm a ticking time bomb.
Which I am. But I don't want him to know that.
So with a raw index finger (from spray painting) I bid you good night :)
Peace
-A
Saturday, April 16, 2011
DAY OF SILENCE
I know, I know.
The Day Of Silence was yesterday but I couldn't get around to writing a post.
What is the Day Of Silence you ask?
"... A national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and trans-gender people and their allies... It includes awareness of the effects of all forms of bullying and harassment. .. Respecting those who have been silenced"
I participated in this act and only broke when I was called upon by a teacher. That was okay to do but other then that, I stayed quiet until the school day ended. My boyfriend was rather displeased that I was supporting this because he wanted to talk to me. I told him to get a hold of his big boy undies and deal. He supports but he didn't stay silent. He's kind of like Switzerland. Neutral. He talked to me and I just mouthed what I wanted to say. Or wrote it down. The kids who are taking American Sign Language (ASL) had an advantage cause they could still talk to each other. I'm taking that next year. Sophomore year.
Yeah, I'm a freshman. It sucks.
I get all sorts of shit for it. Well, only after people figure it out. It's common for people to mistake me for being older then I really am. I find it amusing. But it worries me-
If I seem older then I am now. What will I seem like when I'm 30?
Ugh. 30.
I wish I could be 23 forever. It's not too young or too old. Perfect age.
I can still be a stupid teenager if I want and a mature adult. Wouldn't it be cool to be a vampire at that age?
Not a Twilight vampire. They're stupid. Fucking hate Twilight.
But like Lestat from Anne Rice's book or Dracula from Bram Stoker.
I like them. They're good. I like vintage things.
More history. I love dead things. I want to be an Archeologist. But I also want to be a foster parent so it kinda doesn't work. Those kids need a stable environment and not a foster parent who is always leaving to go to digs on the other side of the world. So child psychology here I come.
Anyway... That's the story for now.
Peace
-A
The Day Of Silence was yesterday but I couldn't get around to writing a post.
What is the Day Of Silence you ask?
"... A national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and trans-gender people and their allies... It includes awareness of the effects of all forms of bullying and harassment. .. Respecting those who have been silenced"
I participated in this act and only broke when I was called upon by a teacher. That was okay to do but other then that, I stayed quiet until the school day ended. My boyfriend was rather displeased that I was supporting this because he wanted to talk to me. I told him to get a hold of his big boy undies and deal. He supports but he didn't stay silent. He's kind of like Switzerland. Neutral. He talked to me and I just mouthed what I wanted to say. Or wrote it down. The kids who are taking American Sign Language (ASL) had an advantage cause they could still talk to each other. I'm taking that next year. Sophomore year.
Yeah, I'm a freshman. It sucks.
I get all sorts of shit for it. Well, only after people figure it out. It's common for people to mistake me for being older then I really am. I find it amusing. But it worries me-
If I seem older then I am now. What will I seem like when I'm 30?
Ugh. 30.
I wish I could be 23 forever. It's not too young or too old. Perfect age.
I can still be a stupid teenager if I want and a mature adult. Wouldn't it be cool to be a vampire at that age?
Not a Twilight vampire. They're stupid. Fucking hate Twilight.
But like Lestat from Anne Rice's book or Dracula from Bram Stoker.
I like them. They're good. I like vintage things.
More history. I love dead things. I want to be an Archeologist. But I also want to be a foster parent so it kinda doesn't work. Those kids need a stable environment and not a foster parent who is always leaving to go to digs on the other side of the world. So child psychology here I come.
Anyway... That's the story for now.
Peace
-A
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Intro.
So, you know that one kid whose always off? Yeah, well, that's me. I'm that kid who doesn't know what to say. I do but I don't. Ya know? I can kinda fit in but the whole "emo" thing kinda holds me down. I don't fucking care. I, honestly, don't give a rats ass about what society thinks of me. I already know. I'm not a 'Barbie' so I'm a freak. Who fucking cares? Not me.
Now, you'll probably say "Yes, you do care. Everyone cares."
To that I say, Stop acting like a fairy fuck. Not everyone centers their lives around other peoples opinions. When I say I don't care, I mean I don't fucking care. If I cared, I would be tan, play volleyball or cheerleading and, shop at Hollister and Abercrombie.
Now those stores are like a fucking death sentence.
When you walk in an employee should say "Heres your gas mask, headphones and, flashlight." I mean Christ. Why do they make it that fucking annoying to shop there? And the sizes are; Anorexic, Bulemic, X Small, Small. Not everyone is that fucking tiny. Some of us girl have curves. Not all of us are fucking poles. I just fucking hate that place. I walk by there and the people inside shoot me glares. And then I'm like, 'yeah bitch. I'm not a fucking drone. Suck my nuts."I'll say that too. I don't fucking care.
I curse like a sailor.
I do not fucking care.
Hell, I fucking hate everyone. My friends.. Well, you could say I tolerate them. I honestly hate EVERYONE. I am NOT a social person.
If you throw me in a crowd I will hunt you down and fucking shank you. When I say I hate people, I fucking mean it. I'm not kidding. So NOW you're gonna say that "I'm just being a moody, emo, teenager."
No. I'm fucking not. I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE!
Fucking irritate me is what they do.
Stick me in the Cascade Mountains with a huge plot of land and a barn and I'm fucking happy as a fat kid with cake. I don't need people to make my life complete. Hell, I'll be that crazy old lady with 8 cats. As long as no fucking tree huggers come and take my land and animals I don't fucking care.
Oh! Another thing. I'll probably say something to offend you.
GET OVER IT.
Not everyone is a Disney fucking queer.
And I support gays. Deal.
I'm also a little bit racist. Live in south Florida for 5 years, it'll do that to you.
Yeah. I'm white. I'm from the south. I'm part redneck.
DEAL WITH IT!
And don't leave stupid ass comments saying I need to watch my mouth cause I'm a fucking minor. Who gives a shit? It's the God damn internet for Christ Sake.
And God? Yeah, no. Don't fucking bring that up. Just don't. He's a two-faced, faggot hating, cock sucking moron. I don't like him, either.
And I'm not a Satanist either. That shit is just messed up. He's just a big red dumb ass.
Oh, by the way. I DO NOT LIKE HOWARD STERN!
Just getting that straight.
He's a sexist fucker.
I'm a feminist.
Don't fuck with me.
Just don't.
Adios.
-A
Now, you'll probably say "Yes, you do care. Everyone cares."
To that I say, Stop acting like a fairy fuck. Not everyone centers their lives around other peoples opinions. When I say I don't care, I mean I don't fucking care. If I cared, I would be tan, play volleyball or cheerleading and, shop at Hollister and Abercrombie.
Now those stores are like a fucking death sentence.
When you walk in an employee should say "Heres your gas mask, headphones and, flashlight." I mean Christ. Why do they make it that fucking annoying to shop there? And the sizes are; Anorexic, Bulemic, X Small, Small. Not everyone is that fucking tiny. Some of us girl have curves. Not all of us are fucking poles. I just fucking hate that place. I walk by there and the people inside shoot me glares. And then I'm like, 'yeah bitch. I'm not a fucking drone. Suck my nuts."I'll say that too. I don't fucking care.
I curse like a sailor.
I do not fucking care.
Hell, I fucking hate everyone. My friends.. Well, you could say I tolerate them. I honestly hate EVERYONE. I am NOT a social person.
If you throw me in a crowd I will hunt you down and fucking shank you. When I say I hate people, I fucking mean it. I'm not kidding. So NOW you're gonna say that "I'm just being a moody, emo, teenager."
No. I'm fucking not. I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE!
Fucking irritate me is what they do.
Stick me in the Cascade Mountains with a huge plot of land and a barn and I'm fucking happy as a fat kid with cake. I don't need people to make my life complete. Hell, I'll be that crazy old lady with 8 cats. As long as no fucking tree huggers come and take my land and animals I don't fucking care.
Oh! Another thing. I'll probably say something to offend you.
GET OVER IT.
Not everyone is a Disney fucking queer.
And I support gays. Deal.
I'm also a little bit racist. Live in south Florida for 5 years, it'll do that to you.
Yeah. I'm white. I'm from the south. I'm part redneck.
DEAL WITH IT!
And don't leave stupid ass comments saying I need to watch my mouth cause I'm a fucking minor. Who gives a shit? It's the God damn internet for Christ Sake.
And God? Yeah, no. Don't fucking bring that up. Just don't. He's a two-faced, faggot hating, cock sucking moron. I don't like him, either.
And I'm not a Satanist either. That shit is just messed up. He's just a big red dumb ass.
Oh, by the way. I DO NOT LIKE HOWARD STERN!
Just getting that straight.
He's a sexist fucker.
I'm a feminist.
Don't fuck with me.
Just don't.
Adios.
-A
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