If I love you, check your e-mail. Maybe you'll understand me.
I hope you can understand me.
Hello, I'm down here. I'm a horrible person.

No one is safe. This is chapter number two. I feel like I could write a thousand death threats a day. I feel like I could mean every single one with all of my heart. My life is a secret battle field. Didn't you hear? I'm done wading through bullshit. From this point on, officialy. Officially bullshit. We can't be friends, remember? You are the ( Read more... )

Death to all. I'm ready to unleash some fucking armageddon. I'm going to smoke you.

And I don't mean smoke you out. You know?

You are leaving here with stitches if you leave here at all. That's the fucking truth. The god damn truth.

My muscles are  made of grade A beef. Consider yourself done for. Well done for.

Victory, victory, victory!

Game ( Read more... )

Today I sat on a roof top with three good friends and watched a naked frat boy get beat up by a scrawny hipster kid, while all of his meat head friends watched.

White belt - 1
Brodog (naked) - zip

Game on!

Did you hear the news? Hundreds of hypodermic needles have washed ashore on Alki beach!

I want them back.

Sometimes saying sorry is easier than not doing so, even when you don't mean it. I learned this lesson, how did you miss it?
Today is angry. I am bleeding. Bleeding the blood of an angry arm.
I want to be the only girl who calls because I am selfish. I want an apology because I am still selfish, even as I am writing this.
Give to me what I ask of

I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Canada is heaven. We went to Canada, all five of us in a golden chariot. The hotel was Compton, it was named after a Porte Rican hussie called Patricia. One bed, five bodies. The mathematics are mind boggling ( Read more... )

This is a small world we live in. Seattle is a small world. You can run into anyone at anytime with no warning. No time to fix your hair or put on a fancy outfit. Just time to nervously shake hands and say... "Nice to meet you". Sometimes that's all there is to it ( Read more... )

That's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, and they all stay the same.

I love Judas Priest. I love Corina, Corina. I love David and I love lasagna. Today is a good day and no one is going to jail.
Yes!