Monday, March 7, 2011

The road to recovery is always so sweet. Life is so sweet. My mom calls me a bear's biaaaaaaaaaatch. Lost in translation. PUKAHAZAH. The weather is agreeing with my hands. My hands aren't as dry and flaky. Mumzzie, my hands aren't dry! CHEERZ. I'm so happy to be healthy. O HAPPY I AM O SO!

Dreams, no dreams!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

jealousy

Flew to LA for fun. Went out to eat and had the worst service ever so we let. But right next door was Gold Burger. Everyone was at burger. To save face, I ordered a number 2. WASTE! Everyone knew by how much change I got back. The booths were fun and comfy. All eyeS on me. <3 <3 <,3 TrelAlAH

This reminds me of the time when we did random shopping at CustomS.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Advice

You have to go out. Go dancing. Go out. Go out.
It's Friday, you're going to go out, right?

Ummm, no. AHAHAHAHA. LADJALSD.zzzz

sdaksdjalkjda

shoddy.

so body.

lo loggy.

blahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Sorray

Apologizing shouldn't make you feel not guilty.
Apologizing is not about making yourself feel better.
It's about stating what you did was wrong.


I feel like shoots and ladders.

Gurgle, Giggens.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

plastic bag talk


  
 ohloveohno
    diccccccccck
    nutttttttt
    peanutttttttttt
    doucccccccccccccccheeeeeeeeeee

 Blood Brother by Blood
    lol

 ohloveohno
    YOU MUST HAVE BEEN EITHER

 Blood Brother by Blood
    i cant talk

 ohloveohno
    READING THE BIBLE

 Blood Brother by Blood
    my mouth hurts
    i have cuts

 ohloveohno
    OR TWILIGHT
    THAT'S WHAT YOU GET
    FO TALKING LIKE THAT ON THE PHONE LAST NIGHT

a little bit stronger

I'm sick. Call it the winter bluessey now. First it was a mini-strep and now it's the winter bluezzz. Even if I had everything I wanted, I'd still be wretchedly sick. S-I-C-k.

I wish my hair didn't look so damage. It acts like a major pansy. You do one thing to it and it wiggs out. CHILL. OUT!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Shoddy Boddy

I ask for the shoddiest things. I am now stuck laughing so hard while my innards are annoyed and pissed off.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Cheers to the new me

I'm not satisfied with my life. I am always thinking of the future and what I would do, but never do. I'm going to quit my job tomorrow and go find my one true love. The boy who's misunderstood and who only I can decipher and understand him and his mysterious ways. I'll naturally make him fall deeply and madly in love with him. And then I'll leave him because that's how all moronic love stories these days are written. Then he'll chase my tail feather and I'll be too in love with myself to care about him and his pasty heart. Because let's be honest, what is love these days. It's just demeaned to foofoo words said on the spur of endorphins flaring.

Love is so grand.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

I'm falling in love with you and you don't even care

aughhhhhh, i'm so happy. i'm going to be an actress. an academy award winning actress. cause you see, let's me awesome. it does matter that you're happy with yourself, but also that you are recognized. peace, boyiiii.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

faggggggg fag fagfag fagggg

life is so black and white when your constipated. and mad. mad. mad. mad. mahddd.
i'm hungry but i'm not.
i'm cold but i'm not.
i'm thawed, yes i am.
goodnight, fag.

i think you are a teerex that needs to wake up and smell your sheeeeeeeyt.
you are mean to the bone.
and just rude.
rude.
rude.

i am too but i'm talking about you.

Monday, February 21, 2011

The good ole times. The craziest times. The times of your life.

Everything is so heightened at that age. You think life is death, and death is just a game. Hormones are all crazed and you think everything is just a game. Everything is death. Everything is life. And life is just a game. Death is just a game.




SisterS

ohloveohno
    TITANIC WAS ON LAST NIGHT
    IT WAS NOT COOL.
    ACTUALLY, IT WAS VERY COOL.
    COOL
    COLD
    COOL
    POOR BABY
    DO YOU HAVE POPSICLES

 Pandora Box
    lol
    i do

 ohloveohno
    GOOD GOOD

 Pandora Box
    but theyre lemon
    and i hate lemon

 ohloveohno
    .....
    yacccccccck

 Pandora Box
    WAIT
    i THINK
    THEYRE STRAWBERRY IN THERE

 ohloveohno
    .............
    AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 ohloveohno
    MY THROAT MUST BE A SISTER THROAT TO YOURS
    IT'S BEEN BLOWING UP ALL DAY

 Pandora Box
    wuhohhh
    come to my house

 ohloveohno
    BUT NO GLASS
    JUST BLOW UP

 Pandora Box
    for strawberry popsicles

 ohloveohno
    YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEE

 Pandora Box
    its the wavelength thing

 ohloveohno
    C-O-O-O-O-O-O-L

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I still love it

"Sometimes, things are so
perfect….so right….that you don't have to take your time and make sure that every little piece
fits perfectly with the rest. Sometimes, the colors and shapes perfectly blend together and flow
with ease. Sometimes, you don't have to struggle to make things perfect and beautiful."
I sniffled, and she reached across the couch to grab a tissue. I accepted it gratefully.
"Sometimes..." she murmured tenderly, "….the most perfect and most beautiful things in life are
effortless. And you're so lucky when you find it."

Monday, January 24, 2011

My kids love me so freely and unconditionally.
Of course I love them.
Of course I just want to laugh and play with them.
But I love them so much, that I can't just laugh and play with them.
But I do and will let them know that I do love them.
I love them just as much as they love me.
I miss them already.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Sunday dinners


you don't care about me anymore
thats why you, you wanna break my heart into pieces on the floor.

another week of work. o it's going to be a blast!
and THEN............ the weekend is going to kick so many moons over and out.

even the cockahhhroches will come out and play.

RIP

"a person with a dry sense of humor is sarcastic, and sort of unemotional. Their humor is more implied, so often times they are misunderstood."




Watched Misfits last night, early morning, prayer war time, and almost pissed in my pants and was laughing so hard.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Sweet, sweet words.

Dam broke.
Dreamt that my boss didn't think I had a professional relationship with my colleagues.
Speak sweet and soft words.
I'm so mean to my kids.
I'm mean.
I will be sweeter and softer and be Snow White.
I love playing with freynds.
I'M OVER YOU!!! ONE DAY AT A TIME.
I was at the mall and saw Josh mini and Stinky nicky.
I'm shallow. AND mean.
Shallow and mean.
I make a mean combo.

THIS WEEK IS GOING TO KICK ASS.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

yamz

i'm bored
i'm restless
i just want to knock out and sleep,
a really good type of sleep,
the type of sleep where if other people were to see,
they would get hunger pains to sleep.

restless, annoyed too.
why can't the people i know like the music i like, which i would hate,
i'm only complaining cause i want to go to these concerts,
i'll just go by myself

whoa,
just a couple days ago i was saying how live music is overrated in my life.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

It only takes a day for my hands to get chapped when I don't moisturize. How bad are my insides from not eating God's words............................................... replenish me from the inside out. May your waters pour, rush in rampantly and replenish me. May I only be satisfied by you, and you alone. SAVE ME, JESUS! I AM YOURS.

=) the almond butter tastes better when jam is slammored all over it.

Love Letterssss

"Draw me close to you, never let me go."
"You are my desire, no one else will do. Nothing else could take your place, to feel the warmth of your embrace."
"Help me find the way, bring me back to you."
"You're all I want, you're all I need, You're all I ever needed... help me know you are near."

REAL ME BACK IN, JESUSSSSSSSSSs

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Wahoolahbee Days

Today was a grand day. Writing about it doesn't justify the day, so I won't bother to. Listening to The Cure and it really is the cherry on top. Tomorrow's another wonderful day. Panda's coming to town. WAHWAHHOOLAHZ.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Give me something stronger.

I just want to puke and crawl into a clean, comfy, hole and sleep into oblivion. But no, I must go on living life so sorrowfully not by choice. It's a loose, loose situation. I just can't seem to shake the feelings away. At the end of the day, it's all just open paper cuts and wounds.............. I sound so depressing, but it's all just due to the big lump in my throat. I don't want to stop complaining because it's how I feel. My. life. sucks. right. now. It's like everything, and anything is going wrong. When will it stop? When I get into my clean, comfy, hole and sleep into oblivion.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Wislawa

"

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
to seek accord beneath our star,
although we're different (we concur)
just as two drops of water are.

"

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Ladeeloolahlah

Sniff, sniff.... what's that smell? It's the smell of being bitched out already in the new year. Mehhh, it was going to happen sooner or later. My dentist is hilarious. I was bawling in his chair and he tells his assistant to comfort me because he's bad at it. I want cake.