I'm one crazy bitch. Things are much better. I wonder why ( Read more... )

This bitter taste in my mouth is such a tragedy. It has caused me to say things and do things one shouldn't dream of. I haven't even anything to be angry about. I just don't understand. I suppose I'll rely on the only solution I know: running away. I'll run from everyone and everything I know, and never look back until I realize I've lost, yet I ( Read more... )

so ... I've decided there are too many things in this world that are entirely too over rated.

1. boyfriends
2. straight edge
3. fitting in
4. sex
5. religion
6. emotions
7. death
8. some friends
9. commitment
10. anal fisting

yep. just an observation. the notwist is certainly not over rated ... thats some good stuff.

Dear Friend ( Read more... )

Sooo ... Joy ran over my cell phone. Freaking crazy woman, and she TOTALLY did it on purpose ... Well, actually, I left it on the back of her car, and it fell off, THEN she ran over it, but STILL ... I'm sure it was COMPLETELY intentional ... But the point isn't that Joy is nuts, and wants me to die a slow and painful death, by first cutting my ( Read more... )

I'm doing a character analysis on a man named Dr. Schöngarth Commander of the Security Police and the SD of the General Gov't. He attended the Wannsee Conference which was the meeting of leading Nazi officials who proposed the Final Solution of the Jews. I found it to be very interesting the way euphemisms were used for the mass murder of the Jews ( Read more... )

I am going to melt from boredom. Joy is at Mogwai, which I would have given the world to have seen, and Kelsey is at Vendetta Red/Brand New. Jonathan is like dead or something. My PSEUDO boyfriend ditched me! He called to tell me he was in town, and he wanted to hang out. I told him I'd find out what was going on, and call him back when I make some ( Read more... )

I don't know if I want a boyfriend who lives two hours. I just want to meet people. I want to have fun, simple, meaningless, carefree fun. Thats it. Oh yeah ... and a damn cigarette.. and a call or IM from patrick would be awesome ... and maybe a million dollars. Ugh grr ... Oh and a fake ID by Friday.

Thats it

I kinda met someone.

I think.

I'm getting sick. When such happens, I'm writing a letter to the editor, there is just no way around it ( Read more... )