I'm going to post some poems because I'm feeling like a good writer who isn't writing anything good.

Sometimes I get insecure and start questioning everything I say and how I carry myself. And I'm worried that I'm an obnoxious, lazy, bitchy shithead that everyone pretends to like. Then, I read something I forgot I wrote or see something that reminds me of something that I did once and I remember that I'm extremely cool.

My blue car does not always smell how we'd like ( Read more... )

I have a burrito ( Read more... )

There are ants everywhere. Technology is ruining my life.

I have always had trouble with dealing with angry people of the male variety. What I mean to say is, I'm not so sure where I stand or where to start or how to deal with at all. I have always tried to make a point of not calling myself a feminist, because with that comes in the assumption that I run around all day yelling, "Girls rule, boys drool" ( Read more... )

Sometimes I am afraid of a spider crawling inside an orifice of my body while I'm sleeping to lay its eggs. I saw one on my clean laundry earlier. I think it's conspiring to do so. I just won't fall asleep. That'll show her ( Read more... )

People are DICKBAGS. BAGS OF BIG UNWASHED DICKS.

We are not Communists. Communism is an excuse you use so you can take other people's stuff on the pretense that you'll contribute later. And Scientology is stupid.

And an interesting conversation I had with someone I just met:

Him: Are you afraid of dying?
Me: No, I'm not afraid of dying.
Him: You don't seem like you are.
Me: Are you afraid of ( Read more... )

If we laid in the salt ( Read more... )