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Good title, no?
I want to write a book called The Scratched Out Stars. I don't know what the fuck it's going to be about though. Must work on that.
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When life gives you lemons, an interviewer with a blonde ponytail will squeeze them into your eyes.
Fucking woe and despair. Of course the most important interview of my life (to date) is also the one I fail at miserably. I bombed the data entry and didn't know how to do SO much on the fucking windows aptitude. Shortcut? Never heard of it. A-drive? Is that like A-hole. Cuz that I know what do with. Fucking....fuck. AND! I could feel the ( Read more... ) -
We'll Carry On.
OMFingG! Mychem in 52 days! I already saved the mapquest and made up the rough draft of the itinerary. I'm so excited, why isn't it March yet?!
Isn't it sad that I'm more stoked for The Black Parade then the HUGE trip to New fucking York I'm taking three days later? -
Happy Birthday to me!
Well, Dearies, I'm off to Disney Land! Can't wait to hug Mickey. Know what I wish? That there was a Harrry Potter ride of some sort somewhere in the world. It'd be bomb to be chased by a dragon, or to Wonski Feint and suddenly drop three stories. Alas. -
Sound familar?
Dave isn't coming to Disney Land with us. I rubbed Mum's back in little circles for nearly an hour as she cried. His desertion makes her feel worthless and angry and for an unfathomable reason the force of that almost hate (the purest form of love soured) turns inward and she puts her head on her arms and sobs and wants to die. It scares the ( Read more... ) -
When black women smoke weed and write a book
Having finally finished Toni Morrison's Beloved I am sorely tempted to write "Morrison is a sex obsessed cow fucker who makes no senses. What the shit she was thinking when she turned out this pile of filth I'll never know. I've dirtied my soul by reading it." on a piece of paper and turning it in. Honestly, I have no idea what she was trying to ( Read more... ) -
Velvet is God's Curse on Fashion
Mum took me shopping and tried to wrestle me into this truly horrendous turquoise velvet jacket. Urg. Then frog marched me into a fat girl's store I (understandably) was pissed and (understandably) threw a fit. I perked up a bit, however, once I realized that I was a size 0 and the clothes were loose and comfy on me. Didn't buy any, but still a ( Read more... ) -
Frozen in Time
My dears are off at winter formal. B looked amazing: a snowflake/cupcake/princess and Curtise was suprisingly handsome all clean shaven and in soft, black clothes. I hope they have an AMAZING time! -
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She came into the room humming, which tells me she's pissed. The sounds she makes as she settles in for the night let me know her revenge is already planned and that I'm really, really NOT going to like it.
Everyone in my family will hate and draw each others blood for incredibly stupid reasons. We're so vengeful. Why is my family so fucked -
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Moral of the story: don't fuck with me. To a bystander the situation may seem trivial (my sister erasing all the numbers in my phone) but this particular incident is only the latest in a series of gross injustices and disrespects the likes of which are no longer tolerated. My revenge will be gruesome. Suffice to say, a Christmas present of dead ( Read more... )