Which is bitchier--saying a bitchy comment or noticing its a bitchy comment and saying, in a bitchy manner, that its a bitchy comment?

I get so sick of crazy people yelling at me all weekend long. looooooord. Gwen, I bet you feel me...ooo! new freshman. school starts next monday. I'm ready to go back, I guess. Im not jumping up and down but I'm not kicking and screaming against it either.

ha ha ha...yeah, I planned to write a big ol' long as livejournal entry with those pictures of ads but I got tired and distracted this morning and didn't even realize I posted them!!!!!!! Anyway...yes ( Read more... )

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its four thirty in the morning and im completely drunk and i can't sleep. la dee dum dee dooooo. that and my stupid fucking lousy excuse for a biyfriend didnt talk to me even though he is online? what the duck. avoiding me a little? yum, yeah he is.

Why is Miho Hatori so fucking great? I want to marry her...If you don't know why Miho Hatori is, go buy yourself an album by Cibo Matto, Gorillaz, or Smokey and Miho. Musical fucking genius. This girl is a music genre fucker...she'll use anything. Ever heard a Japanese pop singer funk out to 1960's Brazilian samba...oooooh. Fabulous ( Read more... )

back from europe. jet lag. oye.

So yesterday, when I came back to Hayward from Berkeley (my kitty cat was so happy to see me!) I was feeling at little sick to my stomach so I decided to watch some TV and chill out. TV is so sexist its almost funny. So I was kicking back, watching "The Daily Show" and I decided to flip the channels when the commercials came on. Dont ask me why ( Read more... )

siiiiiiigh. work can be so slow in the morning. oyyyye. I've taken to playing with my ears. I have these funny pieces of scar tissue where my ears are pierced. When I was a little kid, I thought that there was a grain of sand in my earlobe (which is kind of funny because I dont even HAVE earlobes) and I always wondered why. Now I have lumpy, sandy ( Read more... )

i hate crying...I hate it, I hate it, I hate it...but when it rains, it pours. Sometimes you hold back tears so much or so long that you cant help it. It's like a levy breaking...it can't be stopped. Why should I act happy when I'm not? Why should I paint smiles that don't exist? If you didn't want me to feel this way, then you shouldn't have ( Read more... )