So the other day I was flipping through one of my journals from New Zealand, and I came across something that I completely forgot ( Read more... )

IF YOU'RE GOING TO SEE PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN PART TWO, STOP READING NOW ( Read more... )

"...speaking of std's, i've got some terrible news. it looks like all that phone sex has finally caught up with me. i've got hearing aids!"

*cue drums* thank you, thank you, i'm here til thursday, try the wings!

How the hell do I get sick in the summer, pray tell? This is freakin' ridiculous. I can't even smell the freshly cut grass, and my throat hurts when I eat ice-cream. Boo-hiss. BOO-HISS.

four a.m. and NOBODY"S awake?! come on, guys!

My parents are gone six hours. Some kids would have had the fastest party in history. Others would have just blasted Metallica on every cd player in the house. Me? I get somebody to paint fairy wings on my bedroom door. Whatever flips your shit.

Susan Christina Bedford. Bartender. Lifeguard. Firetwirler ( Read more... )

Lemmeoutlemmeoutlemmeoutlemmeoutlemmeoutlemmeoutlemmeout ( Read more... )

So I've been making lists as to all the different ways I'm crazy... I ran out of paper and so had to start on the wall (way number 358). I've decided that my biggest problem is that I can't seem to live in the freaking moment--no matter how funny, or cool, or wonderful, or whatever something is, my mind is always elsewhere, tainted, thinking of how ( Read more... )

Do you ever get, like, mentally itchy? And no, don't say it's cos there's lice living in my dreads, cos lice love CLEAN hair that is washed CONSTANTLY... so all you pink bitches out there, beware, your Herbal Essence-coated locks may just be housing more critters than your crotch... freakin' sparkly hoes. Sorry, I have a thing against "those" girls ( Read more... )