July 2011
June 2011
Play a fast one my toes haven’t tapped in a while And I think that’s what I need And I need it bad cause all your slow songs are sad And they’re taking their toll on me But did you ever think there might be a reason for that They were crafted with a purpose, to challenge and observe this And face all the struggles we had So I’m holding out for the one who wants me...
LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I HATE.
Tattoos done in white ink. It looks more like a scar, and less like ink.
Cause baby you weren’t the first,
or the last, or the worst.
And I’ve gotta fill the blank
in this past with a verse.
SECOND TIME
in the span of like a month in which i’ve had to put my make up skills to the test and doctor my neck.
i’ve been marked.
and oddly enough, i find it hilarious.
(:
Dear PSYCHOTIC grandmother,
Please don’t flip a motherfucking bitch when my boss doesn’t pay me on time. In case you didn’t notice, I don’t care if she’s a day or two off. I’m not even eighteen yet, clocking sixty hours a week, GETTING PAID UNDER THE TABLE, so shut your god damned lips, asshole.
PS. just overheard you criticizing a parent who hit his son in public, saying how it tore you...
ONE MONTH. TWO DAYS.
I’ll be eighteen. And I’ll want need to move out. The question has become(or has it always been?) that I quite literally have no where else to go. My sister, who is now 26, still lives at home. My mother, 46, still lives at home too. And my senile old grandmother is a screaming nazi who has severed ties with most of out local family. Not like I’d want to live with those pricks...
Her heart beats fast,
Out of sheer pain inside,
Her face is left bruised,
Just from speaking her mind,
She keeps the lights low,
Cuz the neighbors all know,
There’s a husband next door,
Who’s creating a widow,
His first name is Russel,
And his best friend’s the bottle,
He’s a middle class man,
With a hate for his father,
And her name is Marcy,
And she’s...
REALLY FUCKING SICK OF HEARING EVERYTHING MY...
Hey, remember when you taught me “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”? PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I SEW YOUR FUCKING LIPS TOGETHER, ASSHOLES.
“I need to go to the bank.”
“I’ll take you to the bank if you change the color of your eyebrow pencil.”
WHAT?! How is that even… UGH.
Every moment of every day is...
Procrastination.
Laundry done. That’s aboooooout it. And I should be leaving in a half hour for work.
things i still have to do: fold clothes. wash face. do hair. do make up. get dressed. find shoes.
FFFFUUUUU.
BUT. for the record, my horoscope was eerily right. and i must say, I AM IMPRESSED.
Weird Nicknames Are Weird.
I have a strange fascination and love for being called odd little nicknames. My all times favorite being baby and miss. but only by girls. if a girl calls me babe, i think it’s a touch wonky. though, miss is okay.
example A: a conversation between me and the incredibly hott boy covered in tattoos i intend to marry.
me: so, how do you know dion?
frankie: ive known him for hella days....
That awkward moment where you realize that the guy...
That awkward moment where you want to post...
That awkward moment where you completely...
Yeah. That feel. It sucks.
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but actually I’ll...
