I need this:


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I have started posting on myspace. It's embarrassing, but there are more people there who find my neuroses interesting distracting.

I couldn't decide whether this song was awesome or actually really really bad, but then I realized mostly the song made we want to go out and get laid like right. this. second. So I guess it doesn't matter if it's bad or good. It affects me on an, erm, different level.

If you're going to put the effort into not speaking to me, you shouldn't go and fuck it up by gloating about your new job via text. Asshole.

edit: That should have said "not speaking to me." Whatever, I was real steamed.

I can't help it; I am a sucker for boys calling me "Sunshine."

I semi-confessed to still writing in this thing this weekend. I just need a place sometimes to quietly let a couple of people know that I am still an effing mess ( Read more... )

I was looking at my facebook profile like the narcissist that I am and saw that I still have "being loud and angry and obnoxious about a lot of things" listed as one of my interests. I put it up there because of this boy I knew thought I was passive and easygoing and that nothing could get me riled up about nothin'. And it was so beyond not true as ( Read more... )

When people make a point to tell you that they were so drunk they don't remember anything that happened on a particular night, when they did something highly inappropriate, that is how you pretty much know they are lying.

If you can't remember it, you shouldn't be talking about it, because, obviously, you are no expert, buddy.

I think the best way to explain who I am, deep down, is as a person who still thinks of staples as the classier way of fixing and hemming clothes. You know, as opposed to safety pins.

I just ran my car into a pole. Like, BAM!

I am the dumbest human.