ok heres my first official stab at literature ( Read more... )

i just want to make sure that everyone gets a chance to stop by my house and kick my ass/degrade me in some way. i would prefer that you would call me "ugly" or maybe "dumb bitch." you know, something that hasn't lost its charm.

because in the back of my mind, i'm slitting your throat with a rusty pepsi can.

sleeping aides and razor blades.

oh.no. i've caught the .exploding hearts. virus.

i'm so lame!

i was so desperate to get what i wanted last night. it took 7 hours to get it, but i'm glad.

so last night at the dienasties show, i had a little to drink, and a lot of smokes, and on the way home with james, i came to the conclusion that it would be a good idea to stop at the hospital where my mom works. so we go around the back of the emergency room, where the ambulances park and i punch in the code and we stroll into the E.R. like we ( Read more... )

somewhere between the 5 medications i took today

and leaning over the toilet on my knees, vomiting up half-digested popeyes,

it hit me: i think i'm sick.

why

can't

we

give

love

one

more

chance

?

yep, sounds about right!

It's Not Sex. It's ... :
Putting the Devil Into Hell

Get your own Sex Name

(stolen from kay-luh)

i hate the telephone. its a horrible invention.

its just another way for me to hurt myself.

so a few things need to be addressed ( Read more... )