Alcohol + sex = sarcasm.
It's just the facts. Boo-who. Not really. Just a change is in the process.

Plus, my grandmother came to visit me today. I didn't hear her at the door and slept past her visit. Sorry, Grams.

Cramps cause vomit ( Read more... )

Happy fucking birthday to me.

Everyone go get drunk in my honor. Tell your parents I said so.

I am now what they call an adult. Far from it.

I am really fucking messed up. My emotions are all over the fucking place. I hate this ( Read more... )

My ride never showed up this morning. Three days left and I've missed a day in the last week. Typical.

My father's a drunk and doesn't pay attention to me. Let me go write a sappy, emo song about it. I'd rather not since he's my inspiration to not fail, as he has; many, many times.

But I will do a survey because I am a loser.
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Still alive.

Nine more days left.

ADEN KANE HAGEN

May 6th, 2004.
6:00 a.m.
6 pounds 8 ounces
18 inches in length

He's absolutely precious.

Let me sit in direct florescent lighting to produce a tan as though I've been outside. Right.

Orange is the new skin tone. I'm all on that, baby. But no, I prefer my milky white skin. I glow. Thank you.

It feels as though my uterus is being pecked at. It's irritating & uncomfortable.

It's really rediculous when people constantly complain because people are different from them ( Read more... )