Alone.

How many Heart songs can I listen to before I stop crying.
How many times can I tell myself I need to change my Life and my Self before I actually do something about it.
How long have I been sitting around waiting for something to Happen?

" F LOVE "
- Rihanna

everybody loves a lover

Guess ya might call me a Pollyanna

Well, I failed Statistics, but I think its okay, because the last day of class I got a lightning bolt tat instead of taking the final and this was a much more agreeable way of spending my time.

In other news I think I'm going to stop throwing tantrums soon.

I just have to figure out a way of cleverly discarding everything that makes me so mad.

how many words does a poem need to have

When I was in eighth grade my best friend was firstly scary drunk, scary cutting, scary depressed scary raving scary obsessed with drugs and witches, scary diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

This was our song.

I am starting to think that a lot of intellect-blather is really, really boring.

“I like to behave in an extremely normal, wholesome manner for the most part in my daily life. Even if mentally I'm consumed with sick visions of violence, terror, sex and death.”

Tours twice a day all week.

Grown-ups don't skip school to get Dolly Parton tattoos, Meg. Okay. They just Don't.

What are meaning and purpose, again?

PUMP UP JAMZ CIRCA 1999-2004 (years that I played Leagued Basketball)

NOTES ON OBSERVING HOURS OF FOOTAGE OF MYSELF IN CLASS AT COLLEGE:

1-STOP TWIRLING MY HAIR
2 - STOP SAYING LIKE SO MUCH
3 - MAKE SENSE WHEN I TALK


Oh, and Stop being "The Worst Group Mate Ever"- WHATEVER THE HELL THATS SUPPOSED TO MEAN

I left school today to watch Dawsons Creek and get emotional whenever Paula Cole started singing,
this makes a lot of sense

I think this is how I spent the whole Winter of my Junior Year of High School.
Seasons One and Two whilst the snow melted, the trees bristled, the sun shown through my big ShoreviewHouse windows-
I had wonky ailments like Shingles outbreaks and bashed-in-eyes-with-sprained-pupils
and I was really into the Kodiak Ice that I stole from Quik Stop ("place of employment")

Oh those were the days
I still get way too into the storylines, even though I know very well how the plot thickens in everywhichway

Joey's pain is my Pain WHY O WHY I WANNA BOAT AWAY 4 THE SUMMER...

(i just took a nap, they always make me anxious)

and Alas,

I found the most beautiful boy today and we shared Moments,

it is too bad that I found him on my tour, with his mom
I think hes sixteen
I dont think thats allowed

OKAY IT IS TIME TO KICK IT INTO HIGH GEAR MAGOO.
STEP IT UP - as the great tony z said once and then again

ITS NOT WORTH DOING UNLESS YOURE OVERDOING IT

Party Girl in Love

:)

My Dearest Bl0g,

it is saturdaynight and hear i sit, in siszszizsissizzz channeling Rosie and attempting to start the 3 weeks of work I havent done this quarter,
i feel i came to the conclusion it was time for me to do something productive at some point last night
you see, i drank three sparx and collapsed on my kitchen floor crying with laughter by 8:47pm,
threw burning cigarette in kitchen sink and fellinto a mattress in the hallway
I went to my old house, I am not quite sure why, I got stuck there for a little bit and I dont know why this happened

When I finally left, almost immediately had I hit the darkroad of the night, my thumb yet not in the air, when did a crew of glee almost hit me with their car,
and off we went to a myriad of hopeless parties boringhipsters and boringhippies

i met a boy who said he sees me at every party he goes to, and i smiled and thanked him and guzzled his drink

but as the night wore on and i stumbled around a room that was a kitchen and bathroom at once
blabbering to my childcare coworker how i should have gotten laid


and onias gave me a ride home and my dress got all wet as i was dumbly sitting on a juicy bag of garbage,
and i babbled on about all sorts of things he doesnt care about

it was then i kind of realized how utterly pointless i am making my existence out to be

bored, restless,
came saw conquered what am i supposed to do now?

Oh little playmate.
come out and play with me
and bring your dollies three
climb up my apple tree
slide down my rain barrel
into my cellar door
and we'll be jolly friends
for ever more
more, more

I'm sorry playmate
I cannot play with you
My dolly's got the flu
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ain't got no rain barrel
Ain't got no cellar door
but we'll be jolly friends
forever more
more, more

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