The next person to tell me that I don't like boys or anything like it is going to get punched in the teeth. I'm glad everyone informs me what my sexuality is as I was confused.

My grandmother asked me when I could wash the stuff off of my arm. The stuff being.. my tattoo. I told her it didn't wash off. "So that's going to be there for the rest of your life?" "Yes ma'am ( Read more... )

8 and a half hours of pain.
Now it's like a light sunburn.
Worth it? Hell yeah!

Must sleep now.

I shaved my right arm, you know, in preparation.. no, no, not for that, for the tattoo. God, you people are gross. I never realized how hard it is to shave your arm, I cut my freaking elbow. BUT! Tomorrow will be the end of my goddamn Kanji tattoo. That is if I don't die just driving to the place. I'm kind of nervous driving through Houston and in ( Read more... )

Tattoos happen Saturday. Unless my back-up ride backs out. My first ride already did. I, either, need to get a car or find a friend who actually enjoys sitting around for hours with horrible music playing and a dental drill type noise running for hours on end. No seriously, it's better than you think. It almost makes hot ( Read more... )

Where did the "kids" in Footloose learn how to dance if it was forbidden? I could understand maybe learning secretly in your room, but how did they SYNCHRONIZE DANCE at the end of the movie? I call foul! Footloose sucks ( Read more... )

I am so fucked.
If anyone can tell me how to come across roughly 400 bucks in less than 2 weeks, let me know. I'm not against theft or murder.
But for now, I'd just like to say fuck. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!

And on another fuck note. I missed my first fucking class of Chemistry. What fuck decided to start a class on a Friday before a 3 day ( Read more... )

For most of my life, I've gotten, you have such a beautiful face, if only you were thinner like your sisters. And it has to be said, one of my sisters weighs more than I do, and the other two, I'm over a foot taller than they are ( Read more... )

If this were any other night, I would be chattering away at a charming little monkey, but tonight, I am monkey-less. Which means I have to talk to myself ( Read more... )

I received this in an e-mail a while back, but I finally read it and it's as follows.
From : Sent : Saturday, February 28, 2004 5:53 PM ( Read more... )