Holy shit what a day.

And a morning.  Seriously.

I finally got SOME sleep.  I passed out last night at about 10 pm and woke up at 2:30 am to a dirty txt.  It was funny, made me laugh, and I stayed wide awake ever since.  That’s about 4.5 hours, maybe.

Well, after sitting around on my fat ass the rest of the night, I went and tried to lay down to get some more sleep.  WRONG.  I laid there.  Then I got a phone call from someone and wound up staying up until about 6 something talking to the person.  Then I finally managed to pass out at 7 something am.  I slept until 4 pm.  THE FUCKING DREAMS I HAD WERE BATSHIT CRAZY!

I dreamt that I was trying to bust out of this facility.  While I was in the facility in hiding, I wound up getting laid.  Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but I wound up pregnant from that one lay.  (IN THE DREAM IT WAS MY FIRST. FUUUUUUUUH!)  When we made it out, me and the baby’s daddy got separated and later found each other.

A couple months later, he manages to track me down.  He’s met up with his family.  They’re all gypsies and are outside my house in the front yard and back yard and sides of the house.  They stay out of my house though, thank God.

The baby’s father turns out to be Liam.  For those of you who know Liam are probably screaming and/or face palming at this moment.  Sorry.  I haven’t recovered from it yet either and I’ve been awake for nearly 5 hours with other things in between.

 

Moving on…

I wound up driving again today and found myself going slow at red lights, pulling out in front of people and not doing the speed limit right away, and taking turns entirely too slow in traffic.  I even sat there when people kept pulling up on my bumper.  I didn’t care.  Apparently I’ve gone bipolar from over feeling things to not feeling much about anything at all.  I wish it would just stay with the 2nd option, it makes me feel better.

 

After we got back…

I saw Lil T trotting across my parents’ front yard with something brown in his mouth.  I chased him down and he put down the pile of brown feathers and left it.  I was called inside because Hawaii was under a Tsunami watch.  When I had the chance to go back, the bird had circlets on its feathers.  It wasn’t like one I had seen.  I went and got Dad and he got a flashlight and we both looked.  I used the shovel to roll it over.  It had a long bill, long legs, and naturally no tail (or at least not much of one).  I had never seen it before.  I wound up burying it because two rival tom cats fighting over an odd bird doesn’t sound good.

I put a cinderblock over the mound so animals wouldn’t dig it up and I wouldn’t have to rebury it.  The poor thing.

We later looked it up.  We think its this:

Driving while pissed.

Now that I’m not throwing up constantly or feeling like I’m going to die from having alien try and crawl out of my body, I can actually post a fucking blog.

I don’t know if anything has happened over the past couple days.  I really don’t care.  This is more of a bitching post than it is of anything else.

I CAN’T GET BEHIND THE WHEEL OF THE FUCKING CAR WITHOUT A GOD DAMN LECTURE OF SOME SORT!  I went to turn into our street and we had a fucking jeep Cherokee tailgating us so I took the turn a little fast and got bitched out for it.  I COULD SEE THE FUCKING DRIVER’S FACE IN GREAT DETAIL.  Even if I had stopped or slowed down just a bit, the fucking cunt probably WOULD HAVE STILL FUCKING HIT US!

I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING DRIVE ANYMORE IF I GET A FUCKING LECTURE EVERY GOD DAMN TIME I’M BEHIND THE WHEEL!  “You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t do that.”  I appreciate the advice, BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT!  LOOK AT IT FROM MY POINT OF VIEW!  I HAVE NO INSURANCE!  NONE!  ONE CAR ACCIDENT, AND WHO FUCKING KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN!  Not to mention everyone in the god damn family is fucking jobless and Dad’s unemployment is the only god damn source of income.  LIKE WE CAN FUCKING AFFORD ANOTHER CAR!  EVEN IF ITS THE OTHER FUCKING DRIVER’S GOD DAMN FAULT HE FUCKING HIT US!  INSURANCE COMPANIES DON’T FUCKING PAY SHIT!

FUCK!

FUCK THE WHOLE THING!  I’m fucking tempted to “mysteriously” lose my permit.  FUCK THIS!

(I also got lectured about txting at a redlight.  Its a state law not to, but Dad went ape shit about it and ape shit about the fucking jeep.  I have PMS so bad and I feel like crying.)

Harry Belafonte and Nat King Cole

A Midnight Opera

This and “I Luv Halloween” are both mangas through TokyoPop.  They’re both fucking awesome.

 

Just to catch up…

Saturday I had a birthday party at a Baptist church for my cousin’s daughter’s first birthday.

We were all well behaved on my side of the family for once.  But the oldest of my cousin’s kids, Dawson, was pretty much man handled by his Uncle Frank (not related to me).  What happened was Dawson was running around like a 3 year old should.  He accidentally ran into another kid who is maybe about 2.  Well, “Uncle Fucker” jerked Dawson up from behind by his shoulders and shook him hard above his head and started bitching at him.  If the cunty fucking piece of shit wanker had been watching his kid, THAT WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!  I saw the whole thing.  I turned around when Dawson asked if the other boy was ok.  Dawson got scared and started crying in Frank’s fat face.  I had to leave before I handed someone my purse and it was about to be a throw down moment between me and fat lazy fatass.  Besides, the lionesses of the family were in there…  Mom shot him a dirty look and Aunt Margaret watched from a little ways away.  Mom broke it up, but I had the feeling that if she were going to throw down with the cunt, Aunt Linda and Aunt Margaret would have had her back.  “Uncle Fatty” wound up walking out of the place in a huff.  When he returned, he was all fucking pissed BECAUSE MOM WAS PISSED!  He has no idea who the fuck he’s messing with.  NO IDEA.  She beat on one of my uncles once, she would have no problems beating on someone else’s uncle because he was abusing a 3 year old.  If he does that shit in public, what happens when there’s no prying eyes or anyone to break it up?  Mom felt bad about it, but someone needed to defend the kid and her children are both adults.  We’d bail her out of jail and go kick “Uncle Fatass”’s ass again.

Also at the party, along with my hopes and wishes of “Uncle Fucktard” getting raped by someone’s truck or the ceiling caving in on just him and nearly killing him or him getting stabbed and beaten to near death by some randomly weird person, I said “Fuck” and “Shit” and stole the church’s green sharpie deliberately.

And that’s about it with me.

I Luv Halloween

Opinions requested.

I have lately come across a perplexing situation and I would like to know if any of you readers would like to offer an opinion on the matter.  So here goes…

Over the past few days I have noticed that I just don’t give a damn about anything anymore.  Yes I still love my family, my trustworthy friends, and I just absolutely adore Pogo, but everything else, I pretty much don’t give a good God damn about.

Here are a couple situations:

Yesterday we went grocery shopping.  While we were sitting a red light, a car that was beside of us rode up the wrong side of the street on a blind curb at a busy intersection.  The people around us were freaking out and Mom was hyperventilating and Dad was freaking out behind the wheel.  I just sat there calm and complacent and rather hoped a big fucking truck or a mac truck would hit him.  I stood the possibility of seeing someone get slaughtered and I didn’t care.

I was threatened to get stabbed by someone who I knew would do it.  I didn’t care.

I almost picked a fight with someone I hated and I was going to let her beat me to a pulp when I knew for a fact I could take her, but I didn’t care.

I have my cousin’s daughter’s first birthday party to go to tomorrow at a Baptist church, I don’t care.  I hate half the people there, but I don’t care.  I am going to enjoy her first birthday.  Everyone else, I don't care.

The perplexing part:

Normally I have bad self esteem.  I don’t agree with compliments and I prefer the dead serious “I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!” way of things because there is more meaning.  But I am finding myself to be more attractive and I don’t care about anyone’s compliments or criticisms or insults.  I wouldn’t exactly say that I am depressed because of what I just said, but its rather odd.

Also within the past week, whenever I get happy, sad, angry, or depressed, I have a problem with a heartburn.  Bad enough heartburn that Tums usually doesn’t stop it.  I’ve had to basically detach from the situation and continue on with whatever I was doing before it arose and then I don't care about it anymore.  Maybe I’ve finally snapped.  Should be an entertaining rest of my life if it stays this way!

So what do you think?

This amuses me.

My new bag.

Out of all the bags on clearance, I found the only one with skulls on it.  I just had to have it.  It was less than $6.

Holy mother fucking bullshit on a god damn shit sickle, Batman.

 

WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCKING SHIT IS GOING ON LATELY?!  I MEAN FOR REAL!  In one day!  ONE MOTHER FUCKING DAY!  (Well, more like the span of 9 hours…)

I hung out with Kayla today.  We wound up meeting with two guys she knows from the Fire Department (Where her mom was fucking the married fire chief…) and one of the guys was the fire chief’s son.  The fire chief’s son is called Trenton.  The other is Dakota.  Dakota has a mouth and wants to sleep with Kayla.  Trenton fucking stares at me like he’s undressing me with his eyes.  Little does he know I’d fucking smother him in his sleep and not give a gracious damn about it.

Trenton freaks me out when he stares like that.  He’s clever like a fox, sly like a demon, and cunning like a mother fucker.  I have an inclination that I’d probably wind up getting my face busted if it came to blows with him, but I’d have more damage done and could say my shit was in self defense as long as someone doesn’t record if I throw the first blow.

Dakota is an asshole.  He kept kneeing Kayla in the thighs and stomping her feet and pushing her all night.  When I would go after him, he would run off.  It wasn’t until we were at Books that I was able to stick my claws into his flesh.  He started picking on me about reading and calling me names and shit.  I was able to turn around and punch him once in the spine and once in the kidney and hopefully once in the back of the head.  Then I slipped off the curb in my fest of beating on him and twisted my ankle.  When I got back up, he threatened to cut me and I just licked my lips in a seductive manner and told him to bring it.  He’s now scared of me and I fucking love it.

(Last night I went and hung out with Kayla also.  She wound up getting stuck in the mud in my front yard.  She slung mud on me, but we went to the mall anyway.  There is a guy that works at the pizza place that really likes my bitch cousin Hanna.  When I heard, I couldn’t censor myself and said “Is that possible?!”  He looked at me like he was going tell on her and asked “Why isn’t it possible?”  I just waved it off.  For a bit I was worried that he would tell her and it would start a hot mess of trouble for no damn reason other than Hanna and her whalephant mother are nasty bitches.  Then I decided that he would have to tell Hanna that he likes her in order for the story to be told.)

After I came home and doctored my ankle, I sat at my computer.  I signed on.  Well!  I have heartburn caused by massive amounts of stress and indigestion.  On top of those fucks causing shit, I have internet shit to deal with.

One guy is being a perb and thinks I’m being an attention whore.  Gradually over the past few hours, he’s made it clear!

Another is being a cryptic son of a bitch and makes me feel like shit and doesn’t seem to give a God damn!  I’m a fucking person, not some fucking robot for abuse.

And another says he’ll do something but doesn’t, like a typical male.  So I sit and wait like a God damn retard.  (But I currently have heartburn so laying down would be bad.)

I have no problems with the general females that I am around, but Jesus Christ!  Its not the same with women!  I get along better with them than I do males and you figured it would be the other way around!

LIKE FUCK!

WHY!?

TO PUT THE CHERRY ON THE TOP!!!!!!

I sign onto youtube to surf around and look at videos and shit, obviously videos.  I had forgotten I subscribed to this skinny asshole’s feed.  Under my “Subscriptions”, there is a nice video waiting for me.  I click it out of curiosity to see what he’s bitching about and LOW AND BEHOLD!  THE 2ND EX IS SITTING THERE ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE SCREEN!  He’s gained weight from not being in work, maybe he’s still jobless.  I FUCKING HOPE SO!  I hope he’s still doing weed and has gotten kicked out of his dad’s house because I’m mean!  I HOPE HE FUCKING HAS VD OR SOME RANCID STD HE CAN’T GET RID OF.  HE’S LIKE MY FUCKING PLAGUE!  I CAN’T FUCKING GET RID OF HIM!  JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

Here’s the video:

Vincent Price

Is and always shall be fucking bad ass and awesome.

 

 

 

Jesus.

I just shit all over a lot of people when I don’t mean to.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

I hate the holiday in general.

But.

(This made me lol.)

Love you guys!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Who can you trust if you can’t trust anyone?

A friend popped up after a long hiatus online.  He and I spoke for a little while and talked about a few things.  A few things I brought up that I was bitter about and I wanted to know the truth.  His repulsed reaction to a certain…rumor made me realize that once again I was used as well as the person that informed me.  So the rumor has been downcast unless he was drunk when it happened, which would explain why he’s probably quitting.

I’ve entered a fun adult relationship with someone recently.  Because of a few things, I find it rather hard to be fully trusting.  In the back of my mind there is this little nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe I’m setting myself up for another fall into the dark cold hole.  He acts genuine, but its hidden from public view.

Not only is there this drama llama stampede, there’s things floating around irl that are rather bothering me.  My cousin is a bitch.  She called me to boast about a new boyfriend and when I asked her what he was going to do for her on V-day, she went into defense mode.  I don’t exactly remember everything she said, but it really hurt.  She spoke needles into my flesh that sunk to the bone.

Not only that, but earlier tonight she called me to act all happy.  She told me more info about this new boy she has and then she started bitching at me again.  If I don’t fly down that flight of stairs at my own force, I might throw her down them.

I am really tired of it.  I can count on one hand the number of people I trust.

Mnemic - Liquid

 

As my senses evolve I need to learn to stand my ground.
I am forced into a shaking world when all I need is safe and sound.
I am not satisfied.
Looking into a mirror but I don’t really think I need to reflect.
I am unrealistically happy although I know its just a state of neglect.
I am not satisfied.
As the fire burns I’m standing still, I’m paralyzed and cold
(Watch my dreams unfold)
I am almost liquid and although I’m breathing I am dead
(although I’m breathing I am dead)
I am second in line when all they needed was number one.
I am sitting in the corner of that circle they placed me in.
I am not satisfied.
As the fire burns I’m standing still, I'm paralyzed and cold
(Watch my dreams unfold)
I am almost liquid and although I’m breathing I am dead
(although I’m breathing I am dead)
I don’t mean to disagree but it just seems that I am lost in situations
that wont ever turn out in my favor.
I just might give in.
It just seems that I will always live my life face down.
And Still I am not satisfied
As the fire burns I’m standing still, I’m paralyzed and cold
(Watch my dreams unfold)
I am almost liquid and although I’m breathing I am dead
(although I’m breathing I am dead)

 

(How I feel.)

Adventures with Kayla

Those of you reading know that on occasion, my cousin and I hang out together, even if its just briefly.

At about 8 or so, I got a call from her asking to hang out.  She has my other cousin’s baby daughter, Lorelei.  After about 20 min of goofing off at my place, we head out.

Driving down highway 74, her mom calls and we have to take Lorelei back to Kayla’s house.

After we do that, we stop by Ruby Tuesday’s to see Kayla’s boyfriend.  He’s hot.  He has gorgeous eyes and he’s a little chunky, but adorable.  I hope she keeps him around.

But while we were waiting on TJ to come out, this one guy comes outside from the place, he works there.  He stops at Kayla’s black beetle and starts talking to us.  He’s like “I need a smoke after dealing with that place.  We have a party for a kid in there and this black guy is swearing and calling this girl a bitch and threatening to beat on her.  I just had to get out of there.”  We say its all good and introduce ourselves.  His name is Derek.  He’s FUCKING HOT AND CURSES LIKE A SAILOR WITH A LARGE VOCABULARY!  (For those of you that are familiar with my area of NC, you understand that everyone here thinks a book is mostly for kindling or coasters or a chew toy for their dog or shit material for their pet cages.)

After we see TJ, we head to Wally World.  Its the only mother fucker open at this time.  We go in, Kayla and I have a discussion and I point out that all I can get is old men with no teeth, toothless idiots, black guys, and minors.  As soon as I finish explaining that, she says “That old guy, that we just walked past, checked you out.  YOU AIN’T LYIN’!” and laughs about it, I do too.

We buy the drinks we came to get and Kayla and I are hanging out at her car while she smokes.  A black guy is in an old school 80’s mustang and blaring some music.  Kayla’s dancing and singing along.  From behind me I hear a snicker and a chuckle.  I look back, its a 30-35 year old black man watching us as he gets in his car.  Kayla laughs and apologizes.  He asks what I had a feeling he would “How old are you, girls?”  Kayla responds with her age “18!”  He says “I was going to ask you if you wanted to party, but you’re too young.”  HE THOUGHT I WAS 18!  FUCK.  YES.

Then we get in Kayla’s car and we speed down the boulevard to my house.  I was gone for an hour.  1 mother fucking hour.  The shit that would happen if I were around Kayla more often would be some fucking craziness!  FUCKING!  CRAZINESS!  I seriously wish I could be around her for longer than a hour. :P

Riddle me this, riddle me that

Who can explain to me why a person goes to bed alone in a house with all the doors locked and all the windows blocked, passes out in a bra, t-shirt, long flannel pj bottoms, underwear, and wakes up with none of it on?

That happened to me.  My bra was in the living room, my underwear was in the hall, my bottoms are no where to be found.  My shirt was in the floor at the foot of the bed.

I had a dream that someone was trying to break into my house to molest me, he got in.  When he had me a knife point, I talked him out of it and molested him instead because he was predatorily hot, he was hot anyway, but…yeah.

Seriously.  SOMEONE EXPLAIN IT TO ME!  I don’t feel like I’ve had sex.  I’d probably be hurting right now if that were the case, first time and all.  I don’t know.  I just—I have no idea wtf to think.  Fuh.  Why does this shit happen to me?  I mean really.

I even woke up in a weird position on my bed.  I was catty cornered stretched from corner to corner with my arm hanging off the side of the bed.  My entire body feels like I’ve been hit by a bus.  Places popped that I didn’t even know could.  What the fuck happened last night?!  I just went to sleep!  ALONE!  NO PETS, NO NOTHIN’!  WHAT THE FUCK.

Rapunzel.

Right.  So.  Maybe Rapunzel being locked in the tower was a good idea.  It kept her away from having to feel and deal with certain things that everyone goes through.  It makes me envious of her and I wish I were in the tower instead.  I have short hair and there is no Prince Charming to go blind because of the witch’s curse for me to worry about and wait on.

For me, everyday is exactly the same.  Its the same routine; get up, eat (sometimes), shower, go next door, come back, get online, sit at my pc on my ass all day, neglect my house keeping duties, stay up late, rinse&repeat.

Sometimes great and good things happen and I am happy:  I got to talk to my brother for the first time since I saw him at Christmas.

Sometimes things happen out of the blue that drag me down into the hole:  I was linked to a disturbing video that makes me hate people all that much more.  There’s a reason I prefer the company of animals over a human.

Sometimes things happen and I’m not surprised when they do, they are often the bad ones:  My orange juice and my milk are both sour and I am back to having nothing to drink in the house.  The city water is hard water.

Sometimes things happen and I see them coming, but I don’t know how bad they really are…

Like this for instance…:

I’ve avoided MSN for the past few days as much as possible.  I had a feeling trouble was brewing from a silence involving some dumb cunt.  Under certain circumstances I did sign on.  I’ve even avoided Myspace for the same reason.  WELL!  Tonight after a somewhat decent day, THERE IS MATHIU!  ON MYSPACE.  After he signs off, and I hid from this mother fucker, I sign on MSN after about 20 minutes to check some messages.  BAM!  2 seconds after signing on, I GET A FUCKING MESSAGE FROM HIM!

Now this is probably the part where I go all boy crazy and mope and whine, NO!  THE MOTHER FUCKER IS SICK AND I AM WALLOWING IN THE FACT HE IS SUFFERING PROFUSELY!  He’s been awake for 3 days straight!  AND FUCKING LOOKS AWFUL!  TAKE THAT YOU MOTHER FUCKING CUNT!  POINT FOR ME!  (Don’t confuse this with me being happy, I’m entirely pissed and angry.  I hate being used and shit all over, but I can’t help but feel a cold hearted satisfaction when someone who deserves a slap from Karma gets one.)

Anyways.

Happiness is held dear to those that can feel it and seldom see it.  I have felt it only a handful of times in my lifetime, but its never been actually pure.  There’s a small taint the size of a pea or the size of the grand canyon casting a shadow upon it.  If the idea even crosses my mind of “Wow, this is a good day.” or “I’m happy today.  I’m going to get something done!”, shortly before something bad is about to happen, I can almost hear the cellos playing Jaws’ theme song.  Ignoring it doesn’t help either.

Its like I can’t really be happy.  Yes good things happen to me and I become happy because of them, but I always wind up seeing the negative doom on the horizon or the negative doom stabs me in the face.  I think one reason I do this is because I have grown accustomed to it happening and have accepted the fact that it won’t change any time soon.

Its an elusive concept I can’t grasp.

World of Warcraft and other crap.

WoW is an addicted mother fucker.  I’ve recently acquired a copy and access to a private server.  Now I fucking can’t wait to play it!

I’m lvl 17 after playing for about a week.  At lvl 20, I get a skeletal horse to ride around.

Anyways!

In other news, today I got to talk to my brother for the first time since I saw him around Christmas!  \o/  YAY!  He’s doing good, but I can’t help but feel we’re not as close as we use to be.  We sat there in silence a couple of times, you figured we’d have more to converse about.  Its rather depressing, but I’m glad I got to talk to him.

Loocee sent me a link to youtube.  A guy was humping a giant cheeto made from other cheetos for about 5 minutes.  He wore a black speedo and a green bag with eye holes cut into it.  He kept saying “I love you, Cheetos.” or something like that.  It was hard to not feel disturbed, but laugh at the same time.  Especially when he almost slipped on the plastic.  He’d have crushed his giant cheeto.

Heave, I love you, woman.

Haunted from the past.

It just comes back to slap you right the fuck across your face and there is nothing you can do about it, whether its actions or words or something you did to/with someone.  It just reappears!  Sometimes its in passing conversation or a sudden memory.  Its always something bringing back the shitty past.

How can you escape it?  You can’t.  That’s why you avoid doing shit to keep it from winding itself into the future.  How do you avoid these instances?  You can’t.  You don’t know what they are until after the fact and then you double face palm epically and pick out which bag you want placed over your head.

Can you say paper or plastic?

All you can do is just meet it head on and slap it across the face in a dainty manner and call it out for a duel.  Maybe you’ll survive the ball Bering going into your flesh in a metaphorical sense, or not.  You made the mistake.  The adult thing to do is deal with it.

Which is easier said than done.  Its a lot better to just have said problem go away, which is why there’s a lot of bodies floating around with cement shoes in rivers up north or in the cement bricks of bridges.  (The Mafia has a fanciful way of getting rid of their problems.)  If I wanted a prison sentence for life or the gas chamber, FUCK YEAH I’D DO IT!  Although…I hear sharks are just as effective.

I might wear a holey sheet like Charlie Brown.  Just as affective since everyone would know who you are with or without a bag.

“Shawty”

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL BULLSHIT IS THAT GOD DAMN WORD?!  ITS FUCKING STUPID.  IF IT MAKES IT INTO THE GOD DAMN LEXICON, I’M GOING TO MURDER SOME BITCHES!

GOD!

Chiggers, Gs, wiggers, and whatever the fuck else dumbass fuck with no brain cells in their head use it!

FUCK.

YOU.

What brought this on was suppose to be a harmless fucking trip to the god damn Dollar Tree.  We walk past  Game Stop.  Out in front of that store, there is a big trash can.  Leaning on it were two fucking dumbass skinny rednecks.  My dad and I are talking about PT Cruisers and Mom is walking slightly ahead of us.  As we pass them, the one actually sitting on the fucking trashcan like filth said “Hey, Shawty.”  My response was “NO! JESUS!” over my shoulder.

WHAT.  THE.  FUCK!?  SOMEONE SHOULD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIS PARENTS!

What the fuck happened to “Hey, how are you?”  APPARENTLY IT GOT SHIT ON BY REPUGNANT FUCKING STUPID CUNTS!

I hate people.

“Cute”

Its getting thrown at me like a softball at the target at a dunking booth.  What.  The.  Fuck.

WHY!?  I mean come on!  Cute is for puppies and kittens!  UGH.  Its slightly…  Not degrading, but its not exactly something to blush and bat your eyelashes about.

It mostly comes up with vocal patterns of acting all “shy” and accents are involved.  Or how you’re dressed.  BUT WHAT IS THE POINT!?  If you put a lot of trouble into your outfit to NOT LOOK CUTE, and you do anyway, what’s the bloody point? 

Its inescapable, like having people tell you that different Avril Lavigne songs remind them of you.  (When you really fucking hate her and wish you could go back in time and punch the bastard that signed her in the face to the point its in a coma.)

Cute, to me, is like telling me “Yeah. You’re almost there, but not good enough.” or “You’re still so child-like, I’m going to look at you as a kid sister.”  (I AM A KID SISTER!  FUCK YOU!)  Possibly even the awesome: “You’re cute enough that I give you pity.”

Its slightly insulting without meaning to be.  Now people are going to read this and do one of two things, tell me how cute it is or apologize and feel like cunts.

ITS MY POINT OF VIEW and I have a feeling that a lot of the “cutes” are going to be smartassed.

I’m going to bed to have cute dreams about decapitation and mutilation.

Tactless pricks.

Giving someone my contact info does not justify messaging me that you’re fucking horny and want to talk dirty at 10:40 pm when I want to go the fuck to sleep.  Its different when its wanted attention, but if the person has a girlfriend,  FUCK THAT.  I mean seriously!  SHIT!

Jacob txted me and is like “I’m horny.” and I’m like “NO!”  He goes on to say how attracted he is to me and THEN SHARES SOME INFORMATION THAT I COULD LIVE WITHOUT!  EVERYTIME WE’VE SPOKEN, HE’S BEEN STROKIN’!  WHAT THE FUCK INFORMATION IS THAT?!  WHO THE FUCK SHARES THAT SHIT WITH SOMEONE?!  WELL!  I FUCKING SCREAMED FOR ABOUT AN HOUR!  Then he shared the many times afterward!  WHAT THE FUCKING BULLSHIT HELL IS THAT?!  WHY?!  I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!!!!!

On top of that, some home dude on FB is like “I think you’re sexy” and bullshit and then talks about wearing pleather pants in the ice.  I FUCKING SCREAMED AND I COULDN’T STOP!  THE IMAGES TAINT MY MIND!

WHO DOES THIS SHIT!?  WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!  GOD!  Pinks tried to get me to think about Daniel Craig naked.  IT WAS FUCKING TAINTED BY HOMEFUCKER IN PLEATHER PANTS!

IF I KILL PEOPLE, THAT IS WHY!

All the screaming made me wake up with a sore throat.  Fucking nigs.  God damn.  Leave me alone about this shit.