there is this really excellent pop art piece of three naked, different colored women, trampling this guy.

it's called "three women" and it's by sigmar polke.
i found it in an art book my old high school art teacher had.
and i found it online once, but it's gone now.

it's one of the best pieces ever.

why is it easier to lie and tell someone what they want to hear, than to be honest with them about how you really feel?

i hate having dreams that waste my fucking time.

last night todd and i drove up and down high street listening to various depeche mode songs really, really loudly.

it was so awesome.
and lame.
but also awesome.

why i stopped posting pictures of myself on livejournal = they all looked the same*

* except i'm hot so it's ok

on girls fighting:
it's a safe assumption that if they don't raise their voice and they can't look you in the eye
they're scared of you kicking their ass.

i'm such a non-confrontational person.
but sometimes i like to imagine just bashing some bitch's face in.
sometimes for no reason at all.

it's a safe assumption that if i fall quiet for more than a few minutes
i'm thinking about raunchy hardcore fuck sessions.

i went out last night

i got picked up for the first time
some fuck with a blue mohawk and too much lip jewelry to be effective

asking if he knew me from somewhere
i told him i try not to know people

he asked who i hung out with
i told him i try not to hang out with people

he thought i was kidding
both times.

i like it when people in public decide they want to just randomly befriend me
it's like myspace only i'm a bitch

yeah it's like myspace