I know it's been some time since I've updated my journal. The truth of the matter is that I've been unbelievably busy this summer. I have a summer job and I've been practicing for my road test, which I will take next week. I have my fucking fingers crossed, how about you assholes? Anyway, my summer job involves me working at Patricia's Bakery, ( Read more... )

It's so strange to look at my naked self in front of the mirror. I look at my penis and think it's so beautiful. It's so fancy-looking. The moment I realized this, I was standing in front of my full-length mirror, eating a slice of pizza naked. I had to touch the mirror because I was in awe. I left yellow finger stains on it. Some cheese ( Read more... )

Shit is NOT going to be taken anymore. You, young readers, will soon read the new encounters of the horrible horriblies. I've seen things in a new light, one that borders insanity and babies with hepatitis B. It's time for an attitude adjustment -- Montell Williams style. You will get yours and I will receive what is rightfully mine. And those ( Read more... )

I went to my brother's baseball game. He won! He hit a homerun! It was all for me he says, but fuck him! He has a lot of fucking nerve to think that a fucking homerun for me could make my problems go away. Fuck him and his 11-year-old ways. I want to smother him with his fucking pillow tonight, but afraid I may get in trouble. Then, my father has ( Read more... )

I hate to admire myself. I mean, I saw my glasses and thought that a poet wore them. my mother once told me that I should have been a poet. I could never grasp the idea of writing beautifully, but then I met Sally, Sally my love. She and her breath reminded me of the grass. I was her grasshopper in the field of love. I loved to love her. Then she ( Read more... )

So I've come to the realization that I am a genius. Never mind anything else, I am a genius. I have nothing to write about or anything to really say. I am writing ramblings and if you want to know what a genius sounds like when he is thinking about nothing, then you've come to the right place. I am a poet, I am a genius, and both, hand in hand, ( Read more... )

Hello, friends, you're looking at a glimpse of a joke I call my life. It's full of hardships and ordeals. If you look closely, you could see me looking at you with my eyes through every word you read in this journal. My eyes are piercing your eyes. I am a poet at heart. My mother says I am a fantastic poet. I love my writing. I am the best poet I ( Read more... )

For everyone's entertainment pleasure, I will repost this to remind everyone what a bitch he is. also, proof he is my bitch. look back at the wednesday, november 19th post's comments and in it you will find ( Read more... )

so it's valentine's day week. i wish she would acknowledge my existence. she does not. you know who you are if you're reading this. i am listening to our song right now. i will listen to it every time you made me cry, 63 times a day. this is my 28th time listening to it today. who were to think "who let the dogs out?" would bring so much heartache ( Read more... )

"Let me start you off by saying tomorrow, if all goes according to plan, I will not be suffering anymore. The plan involves a nice sharp razor blade and a bathtub full of my bloody corpse." I said that in a dream I had the other night. I'll begin with the fight between me and my mom. When I got home, she asked where I was. What the hell does she ( Read more... )