I once had hair
but not anymore
I once told the truth
but that was before
I don't have to pay
for drinks at the bar
And that's cuz I'm prretty
the gents pay so far
I wish that I was not
such a fair lady
Being fair's not fair
it's made me fucking lazy
I've tried my best
to make myself plain
I cut off my locks
but it was in vane
What more can I do?
I ( Read more... )

I have a new shirt. It's not a shirt that I would normally wear, my mom bought it for me, and I decided to go with it because I love her and because trying new things is good for the soul. And now that I'm wearing, it seems foolish to never have worn things like this before. What was I thinking ( Read more... )

Yes, you were all right.  When I wasn't hanging out with you, it was because I was with Jack.

Or maybe I decided I'd rather stay home by myself or hang out with people that wouldn't be self-righteous enough to make such presumptions.  So go ahead and talk about it, I'm sure you know more than I do.

There is a kind of pain that is satisfying and an exhaustion that is sweet.

I found a new deodorant that not only smells great, it works (unlike one guy I marked tonight >:( ). Soccer was sweet and my legs are all scraped up and bruised.  It's satisfying to look at, a reminder of battles fiercely faught.  I like it when competition is really heated  ( Read more... )

I like that when I take off my clothes I can see where the sun has been on my skin.

I'd like to take a song that's like a dream and make it my life.

Last Day of School
And I'm pretty glad that I never have to come back to this computer lab again because it ALWAYS SMELLS >:(
I'm pretty glad that I don't have to come back to Mott... ever.  Not that I don't like it here.
I got a 92% on the final exam :)
I don't have to work today :D
I have money and a baaaaaaad haircut.  The kind of bad that means ( Read more... )

Owning Malhowny.
♥ Philip Seymour Hoffman ♥
Great Soundtrack.

I love getting new clothes.  And that's that.

Blehhhhhhhh, I don't want to change >:-o

Recently I realized that in all my efforts to not be like my mom, I made aspects of my life boring.  I blamed and resented her for our likenesses that I believed led to me being unaccepted by my peers as an adolescent.  I led my own rebellion against a brightly colored and extensively coordinated collection of clothes and shoes, an exuberant and ( Read more... )