its been a week since my last entry.
seems like an eternity, so many things happen so quickly these days. i'm not sure where to begin with the amount of changes i've over gone, the world has over gone. i can't even think up those words.
so i won't.
i've had some bad times, &obviously they were not that bad since i did not come crying to type away my misery. i've been seemlingly happy...loving the people i've been meeting, glad they keep comin.
i've also been downloading so much music that my computer sounds like its eatting cookies, my computer is frying out. but i'm a hard-headed little bitch, so be it.
oh yeah
Dearest Ghost Reader,
i quit my job. i rejoiced when i snarked up enough guts to put in my 2 weeks, i even laughed & threw a mini party with a couple of crack rocks & chardonnay. i loved it. then when my name wasn't on the schedule, i didn't panic. i didn't say 'I NEED MONEY MOTHER CUNTHEADS..TAKE ME BACK'..i smiled & i said my goodbyes serene-like. i was calm. i walked out of the resaurant, my dignity held up high..had no idea that this dignity would be the rope that i would later tie into a noose to hang myself with, now that i am currently dumpster diving for change. i have a applied to about 10 different places. i have cleaned out my piggie bank to buy some reds. i have bummed around, asked my parents for gas money, and i'm thinking about selling things..like...my body.
dear dear ghost reader, money is essential. don't forget that, not even for pride! don't sit the gazing off into the sun..eyes wide with a silent rage as you walk slowly towards a strip club called 'Baby Dolls' [M.hell] for employment. please...please...lick your money for me & tell it i love & miss it.
Regretfully,
Loonuhtick.
i quit my job. i rejoiced when i snarked up enough guts to put in my 2 weeks, i even laughed & threw a mini party with a couple of crack rocks & chardonnay. i loved it. then when my name wasn't on the schedule, i didn't panic. i didn't say 'I NEED MONEY MOTHER CUNTHEADS..TAKE ME BACK'..i smiled & i said my goodbyes serene-like. i was calm. i walked out of the resaurant, my dignity held up high..had no idea that this dignity would be the rope that i would later tie into a noose to hang myself with, now that i am currently dumpster diving for change. i have a applied to about 10 different places. i have cleaned out my piggie bank to buy some reds. i have bummed around, asked my parents for gas money, and i'm thinking about selling things..like...my body.
dear dear ghost reader, money is essential. don't forget that, not even for pride! don't sit the gazing off into the sun..eyes wide with a silent rage as you walk slowly towards a strip club called 'Baby Dolls' [M.hell] for employment. please...please...lick your money for me & tell it i love & miss it.
Regretfully,
Loonuhtick.
forgo the bureaucratic rules & regulations
sorry that i haven't written anything lately.
seriously, ghost reader who never assures their existence with a comment or follow, i truly apologize.
my life has been on a roll lately, both good & bad. i've been in a strange way.
egh, i thought about sprucing this post up with a really stellar picture, but i'm going to stroke this entry down to its bare minerals & leaving it up to you, the reader, to continue reading although there are no visual illustrations or flashy sparkly colours. k.
i've been noticing some shit about all of these little nest-like subcultures, that have a not-so-secret password to get into. such as, style of dress, music, hair styles, even makeup. then i started reviewing the people i talk to on facebook, because if you haven't already guessed by the low follower count on my blog, i really don't have very many friends.
i talk to a variety of different people on facebook, i am part of no set subculture. even my bestest of best friends are all completely different in music, hair styles, & they way in which they have decided to dress. their manorisms may be similar but still they are active members of the subcultures, that have been socialized into.
any how, if i actually have a point to the pointlessness of posting this into the void that may only consist of two people, on Saturday i watched a movie called Penelope [loveee you Mitchell] & she had a cute little pig nose that everyone was so disgusted by. it was a curse from generations before her.
in order to find a suitor she talked to them behind a mirror of which she could see out from but they could not see her, they normally loved her personality. then when she came out from behind the glass, they ran out of a window. leaving her to feel countless emotions that i cannot even pretend i can relate to.
but the two that came to mind was dehumanization & alienation. sounds extreme, but hello you have no idea.
i wish people could fall in love with personality first, but thats impossible. if behind the mirror came every physical aspect that i personally thought was the worst thing in the whole wide world. i think i would open my book of excuses & start listing on after the other.
but excuses are like assholes, i'm told, everyyyyyyyoneeess got one. i guess, we should decorate them & get unique with it? :]
seriously, ghost reader who never assures their existence with a comment or follow, i truly apologize.
my life has been on a roll lately, both good & bad. i've been in a strange way.
egh, i thought about sprucing this post up with a really stellar picture, but i'm going to stroke this entry down to its bare minerals & leaving it up to you, the reader, to continue reading although there are no visual illustrations or flashy sparkly colours. k.
i've been noticing some shit about all of these little nest-like subcultures, that have a not-so-secret password to get into. such as, style of dress, music, hair styles, even makeup. then i started reviewing the people i talk to on facebook, because if you haven't already guessed by the low follower count on my blog, i really don't have very many friends.
i talk to a variety of different people on facebook, i am part of no set subculture. even my bestest of best friends are all completely different in music, hair styles, & they way in which they have decided to dress. their manorisms may be similar but still they are active members of the subcultures, that have been socialized into.
any how, if i actually have a point to the pointlessness of posting this into the void that may only consist of two people, on Saturday i watched a movie called Penelope [loveee you Mitchell] & she had a cute little pig nose that everyone was so disgusted by. it was a curse from generations before her.
in order to find a suitor she talked to them behind a mirror of which she could see out from but they could not see her, they normally loved her personality. then when she came out from behind the glass, they ran out of a window. leaving her to feel countless emotions that i cannot even pretend i can relate to.
but the two that came to mind was dehumanization & alienation. sounds extreme, but hello you have no idea.
i wish people could fall in love with personality first, but thats impossible. if behind the mirror came every physical aspect that i personally thought was the worst thing in the whole wide world. i think i would open my book of excuses & start listing on after the other.
but excuses are like assholes, i'm told, everyyyyyyyoneeess got one. i guess, we should decorate them & get unique with it? :]
its about time
i finally picked my head up out of the ass of bitterness & depression.
yes,
i dusted myself off & walked along the shores of golden sands.
&the thing is...it was nobodies doing. it wasn't. i have nobody to thank..but myself & the supernatural. sometimes folks, all it really takes is peace & quiet & some deep breaths.
shake the ass of lifes true meaning.
anyway, its time to get nude. enough of this sap crap...i feel like a fucking wimp.
i've been watching movies lately..some legally, some illegally. i just can't fight the urge to sit down & let a motion picture suck 1-2 hours out of my life.
i've been watching some independant films that i've had on my list..that i have neglected to watch & some that were not on my list but i'm glad i watched them.
all of the ones on my list...basically made me want to vomit all of my bones out.
i'm so tired of movies that try to hard to fit 'reality' into a screen. you really can't make movies realistic when all the audience can think about was....'didn't she make a porno with so & so...dirty girl'
i mean...c'mon. half of the actors i've seen really fist fuck the movies they are in..in the ass. please go back to acting school! i'm on my hands & knee's..typing this w/my tongue BEGGING YOU.. please go back.
i, personally, would love to be an actress. these jokers make it look easy.
this post is hilarious to me, i've had the best day. &i still can't help but write my most negative entry ever recorded. fun. :]
yes,
i dusted myself off & walked along the shores of golden sands.
&the thing is...it was nobodies doing. it wasn't. i have nobody to thank..but myself & the supernatural. sometimes folks, all it really takes is peace & quiet & some deep breaths.
shake the ass of lifes true meaning.
anyway, its time to get nude. enough of this sap crap...i feel like a fucking wimp.
i've been watching movies lately..some legally, some illegally. i just can't fight the urge to sit down & let a motion picture suck 1-2 hours out of my life.
i've been watching some independant films that i've had on my list..that i have neglected to watch & some that were not on my list but i'm glad i watched them.
all of the ones on my list...basically made me want to vomit all of my bones out.
i'm so tired of movies that try to hard to fit 'reality' into a screen. you really can't make movies realistic when all the audience can think about was....'didn't she make a porno with so & so...dirty girl'
i mean...c'mon. half of the actors i've seen really fist fuck the movies they are in..in the ass. please go back to acting school! i'm on my hands & knee's..typing this w/my tongue BEGGING YOU.. please go back.
i, personally, would love to be an actress. these jokers make it look easy.
this post is hilarious to me, i've had the best day. &i still can't help but write my most negative entry ever recorded. fun. :]
i'm either jealous or righteous..unsure
I'm very, totally..entirely tired
of 'cool' peoples smelly rank bullshit.
i hope i'm being clear when i say,
if you don't want to be cool,
i give lessons. at an uncool price, so..think more. this is reality.
this year, has shaken me, i find myself awakened by the fact that:
a) my design isn't akin to that of a playboy bunny.
b) i have little tolerance for people who do not &/or cannot think for themselves.
c) i wasn't exactly socialized into this scene, so this blog is probably bias.
d) &lastly, i do not much care for the even flow of modern day 'hip'.
basically, all yawl hipsters, can crawl up & eat this fist.
come get summmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
righteous, im sure now.
love,
the awkward status xoxo
of 'cool' peoples smelly rank bullshit.
i hope i'm being clear when i say,
if you don't want to be cool,
i give lessons. at an uncool price, so..think more. this is reality.
this year, has shaken me, i find myself awakened by the fact that:
a) my design isn't akin to that of a playboy bunny.
b) i have little tolerance for people who do not &/or cannot think for themselves.
c) i wasn't exactly socialized into this scene, so this blog is probably bias.
d) &lastly, i do not much care for the even flow of modern day 'hip'.
basically, all yawl hipsters, can crawl up & eat this fist.
come get summmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
righteous, im sure now.
love,
the awkward status xoxo
i was attacked by a wet, soggy..plastic bag
i woke up..ready for the day to pour out everything its got.
i woke up..screaming 'bring it the fuck on'..i did.
i mean, i really thought 'can't nothing bring me down'
little did i know something WOULD & COULD bring me down.
i was walking to my communications class, ready & excited to give my speech. i looked people in the eye as i walked toward this building, the cold gripped at me but i spat at it. there was a seemingly unstoppable inferno goin on in me! then i saw it, a plastic bag being tossed around by the wind.
i smirked..at the very thought that that plastic bag could ruin my mood. & kept walking, suddenly i stepped on something..a rock? when i locked down..i heard some loud crinkle coming towards me then POOF! that plastic bag flew right into my face as the wind blew harder & harder than i'd ever felt!
the plastic bag had some sort of sticky liquid on it & i started to muffle scream. finally i ripped it off my face..to find all these eyes looking at me...some laughing some shocked, obviously everyone was entertained.
i just said....'HEH...DAMN PLASTIC BAGS RIGHT?' & darted into my building.
pride comes right before the fall. :]
i woke up..screaming 'bring it the fuck on'..i did.
i mean, i really thought 'can't nothing bring me down'
little did i know something WOULD & COULD bring me down.
i was walking to my communications class, ready & excited to give my speech. i looked people in the eye as i walked toward this building, the cold gripped at me but i spat at it. there was a seemingly unstoppable inferno goin on in me! then i saw it, a plastic bag being tossed around by the wind.
i smirked..at the very thought that that plastic bag could ruin my mood. & kept walking, suddenly i stepped on something..a rock? when i locked down..i heard some loud crinkle coming towards me then POOF! that plastic bag flew right into my face as the wind blew harder & harder than i'd ever felt!
the plastic bag had some sort of sticky liquid on it & i started to muffle scream. finally i ripped it off my face..to find all these eyes looking at me...some laughing some shocked, obviously everyone was entertained.
i just said....'HEH...DAMN PLASTIC BAGS RIGHT?' & darted into my building.
pride comes right before the fall. :]
listen up yawl
i have a new playlist. its in the same place as the other one 'gypsie meets warrior'..i probably shouldnt have told you..b/c now all you'll do is scroll down the page b/c it's overlapping with the music youre probably playing right now. thats what i also do.
anyhow, this one is called 'liquid'..i think i made it back in janurary..its not full so obviously i'm still adding songs.
i haven't had a blog entry in a while now because i'm in mourning. my precious beautiful fool dog passed away on Saturday the 27th of Feburary, of old age. my sister found him at the top of the stairs..in 'his spot'. my dad came & told me while i was at work so i could go say goodbye to my baby brother.
i was hysterical. i was loud, wailing, crying so hard the ground shook..&i was escorted out by my detention officer of a dad & an off duty [sexy] cop.
i'll tell you about why this cop is sexy later.
but yes, it was/is very rough for me & i miss him even typing this. he was my diamond! if i was lonely, he knew...he'd come up all slowly to cuddle up with me.
when i was sad he knew too.
&he definitly knew when i was angry, &like everyone else..would take off like the wind.
i've had him for more than 11years.
this is him:
&my love for him, was why this cop was so sexy to me. i was understandably emotional & vounerable..&this guy at work was giving me a hard time. he is not my manager, but pretends to be. he said some mean things me to in regards to my dog. so i jumped on him..infront of this cop [not caring about prison to potential charges] &started to beat him up. [&i warned this kid, so it was fair. i'm not scared to beat the shit out someone. fighting isn't about giving, its about taking & i can take it.]
of course, the cop runs over[he had been watching cautiously after hearing the raised voices] & starts pulling me off, finally succeeding after about 5 minutes. he picked me up & held me in the air..as i struggled to get back to this FUCK CLIT of a dude. still holding me in the air, he yells over to this worm & tells him 'YOU NEED TO CALM THE HELL DOWN'. he sets me down on the ground & asks me if im okay. i felt like a little girl who dropped her ice cream cone & lives in a broken down trailer.
i was stupefied. i have never had anyone [1] stop me from kicking someones ass, [2] act like i'm the victim when i kick someones ass, or [3] throw me over their shoulder like i'm not 5'8 & don't weigh 137.4 pounds.
but i oddly was fascinated by this.&the fact that he was turned on by the fact that i went through all 4 seasons right in front of him. first...i was chipper-cheerful-free-for-all talking to him for like 2 hours...then i was devastated & hysterical while he was escorting me out of the restaurant [&struggling to do so]..then i was dormant & depressing...then i was furious & dangerous.
if i saw someone like that, i'd keep my distance. yet he followed me around all night..talking my head off.
i need more friends like that. because i'm greedy, i want more than what i got. :]
-wild amazon
p.s. R.I.P Pinn...i love you baby boy!
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