rawrrrrr

I've got emotion dripping from my pores and I though I should let you knowwwwww

I really like music.


So I spent a bunch of money the other day. First things i've bought FOR ME in a long time. They include retarded shirts, retarded braceletes, really cool shoes, and an iPod touch. They all make me very happy. <3

Gotta go to work today. Not happy about it but whatever. I gotta job, thats all that matters.

I'm tired.


We've had about five hours of sun in the past two weeks. And I've tried to soak in every last minute of it :)


Breaking up sucks if youre the dumpee.


I like lemon frosting.


And everyone should go one day without electricity.

I can see that you're uneasy and it's not gonna change.

Bipolar post of the year :)


THINGS I'VE BEEN DYING TO BITCH ABOUT
-I'm so, so sick of rain. I normally love rain, okay? it gives me nice warm tingles and makes my eyes open wide and makes me BREATHE. Buuut, come one, this is just too much. It's rained the entire day for over a week. and the weatherpeople say that it's gonna stay like this for another week. I'm drowning.
-I hate my job. I hate waiting tables. It hurts my feet and my knees and my hips and everything in between.
-My cook(s) wont talk to me because I think that its bullshit that they work at least eight hours a week off the clock.
-I sleep over ten hours a day. Not on purpose. It's killing me.
-The FExBoy plays hot and cold and it drives me nuts
-My hair is stupid
-My dog continually pokes me with his nose and if i ignore him, he barks.
-I'm just about sick of music.
-It has been so long since I've watched the news or read the paper that I have no idea if we still have the same president, if we're still called the united states of america, or anything. Argh.


THINGS THAT MAKE MY HEART KEEP BEATING
-When I come home at three AM, the porch light is always on. It lets me know they love me. Brings a new meaning to the "we'll leave the light on for you" commercial.
-My dog loves me. lol. He only wants attention. I lovers him.
-I have a job. Which is more than I can say for a lot of the population. I shouldn't bitch.
-I have hair, which is more than I can say for a lot of the population. I shouldn't bitch.
-I have the option of watching the news, which is more than I can say for China. I shoudln't bitch.
-Its raining enough that I might be able to shower this summer. lol.


laterrr

Tonight, we lie awake...remember how the coffee made us shake?

This is the third day in a row that I have gone to sleep after three AM. First day I slept til two. Second, until twelve thirty. today? Eight. Arrgh.
This schedule that my jobplace has me on has put me on the fritz :) I work nights tomorrow, mornings the next day, then nights again.
oh well.
i love it, in a way.

I'm also on day three of the d-word. I'm not doing too hot. I work really well on low-carbs, and I lose fast and lots on low-carbs. This damn idea of eating healthily and drinking shakes for over 2/3 of my caloric intake is just not working for me. But whatever, i'll do it with mom if thats what she so desires.
...
I guess I could make it a low-cal, low-fat, low-carb thing, but last time I checked, that counted as a disease. Don't wanna be called an ex-bulimic, current ana-wanna-be, now do we? no, not at all.

I haven't done crap today. Enjoyed the sun for a while. Talked to my dad for the first time in a week. Drove around pointlessly...

Know what I need to do? I need to go to the library. Or read the entire HP series again... :)

Adios

Clean dog.

I have a very wet and very pissed dog.
But he's a very clean dog and doesn't smell like anything other than...well...dog, and that is going to allow me to cuddle him more. Which really means that verypissedandwet dog should actually be grateful. lol.
And in about four hours, after I leave for work, im going to have a very pissed mother because our bathroom is dog-smelly. Oh well. The fact that I'm the one who pissed the dog off means that he's going to want to cuddle HER and he won't smell bad, so really, reallypissed mother should be grateful. lol again.

I wear my mother's father's wedding ring. Why? No idea. I didn't know him. In fact, he commited suicide before I was born, i think. From what i've heard, he wasn't the best dad in the world. And yet I never take it off.

I lost an earing the other day. I'm sad. Gorgeous earings.

fucksalt.

I need lotion.


Today is one of those days that its absolutly freezing, but when the sun comes out for the five seconds every hour, its hot enough to melt away every mental issue ever :)

hmm.

I'd be your anything.

I wrote this on May 19th, 2009, the day after I graduated.

It's okay if you had to go away...Just remember, the telephones work both ways.

So it's that time of year again... Pictures and blogs and work and water and water and water and more pictures and endless hours being bored, yet never having time to do anything and the bustle and the laying on a cool couch with the airconditioning on and sweating my ass off at work and smiling and pretending I'm okay.

Welcome to my summers.

I dig summers. Always have. They bring out the best and the worst in me. I come alive. I have passion and longing and hope and potential and I'm not just a smiling bobbing head like I am during the other 9 months. I laugh. I cry. I feel. It's awesome and horrible and amazing all in one go. Even though those are all pretty much all synonyms, so i'm being redundant.
Yeah.

So I have a confession...
I like Taylor Swift's "hey stephen". hmm.

Oh, I graduated last night. It was good for a couple hours, but of course, kathryn has to fuck up every good thing she gets. It ended in words of hate and tears and anger and pretty much a very sick feeling. I'm used to it, though.
Three more months until I start school.


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Hmm. Not much has changed.

Was she worth this?

As much as I really dislike both Ms. Perry and Ms. Swift, you gotta hand it to 'em...when you're pissed off at a guy, "Hot n Cold" and "Shoulda Said No" are some kickass songs.
yes?
Yes.


[[miss independent]]