update.... update.... okay, where did I put that thing? Of course, when you're in a hurry you can never find your update.... especially the left one. Oh fuck. There it is. The last place I looked..................
................. I hate when people say that BTW. ME: "Have you seen my thing-a-ma-jig?!?! I can't find it anywhere." THEM: "It'll probably be in the last place you look" NO FUCKING SHIT. Why would I look for something.... find it.... then keep looking? Of course it'll be the last place, because who in their right mind keeps looking for something they already found?!?!
I got my septum pierced. On a whim. The guy did it crooked at first. Then he played with it trying to make it look right. Then yanked it out and told me he would pierce anything I wanted for free. I told him I wanted me septum. And then told him if he messed it up again I'd kick his ass. First of all, that probably wasn't so smart. The adrenaline (sp?) rush numbs the pain. Your whole body is taking it like a man. BUT, if you do it twice.... in a row.... it doesn't exactly work that way. But let me tell you, as much as it hurt while he was doing it, afterwards I felt euphoric. Ah. Just thinking about it makes me feel all good inside. Right now though, it hurts. If you know anything about piercings then let me know if it's because it was done twice in a row. Do they get infected easily? Anyway. I'll post some pics after I get a shower and such.
Sometimes I think you have to march right in and demand your rights, even if you don't know what your rights are, or who the person is you're talking to. Then on the way out, slam the door.
I'm tired of being strong for you. Or rather, the lack of you. I'm tired of thinking about you and wondering if you're thinking about me. Could you be reading this right now? Do you even recognize me?
I bet it was pretty hard to pick up girls if you had the Black Death.
The other day, as I was putting on my shoes, I told my mom that I think it should be legal to kill people as long as you can prove that you really don't like them. She was shocked and told me that there wouldn't be alot of people left it that happened. I shrugged me shoulders and told her, "Yeah. But I can guarentee that a couple people would be gone. And that would make it all worthwhile." Then I left for work. It's really fun to freak out your parents right before you leave the house. It always makes me giggle.
................. I hate when people say that BTW. ME: "Have you seen my thing-a-ma-jig?!?! I can't find it anywhere." THEM: "It'll probably be in the last place you look" NO FUCKING SHIT. Why would I look for something.... find it.... then keep looking? Of course it'll be the last place, because who in their right mind keeps looking for something they already found?!?!
I got my septum pierced. On a whim. The guy did it crooked at first. Then he played with it trying to make it look right. Then yanked it out and told me he would pierce anything I wanted for free. I told him I wanted me septum. And then told him if he messed it up again I'd kick his ass. First of all, that probably wasn't so smart. The adrenaline (sp?) rush numbs the pain. Your whole body is taking it like a man. BUT, if you do it twice.... in a row.... it doesn't exactly work that way. But let me tell you, as much as it hurt while he was doing it, afterwards I felt euphoric. Ah. Just thinking about it makes me feel all good inside. Right now though, it hurts. If you know anything about piercings then let me know if it's because it was done twice in a row. Do they get infected easily? Anyway. I'll post some pics after I get a shower and such.
Sometimes I think you have to march right in and demand your rights, even if you don't know what your rights are, or who the person is you're talking to. Then on the way out, slam the door.
I'm tired of being strong for you. Or rather, the lack of you. I'm tired of thinking about you and wondering if you're thinking about me. Could you be reading this right now? Do you even recognize me?
I bet it was pretty hard to pick up girls if you had the Black Death.
The other day, as I was putting on my shoes, I told my mom that I think it should be legal to kill people as long as you can prove that you really don't like them. She was shocked and told me that there wouldn't be alot of people left it that happened. I shrugged me shoulders and told her, "Yeah. But I can guarentee that a couple people would be gone. And that would make it all worthwhile." Then I left for work. It's really fun to freak out your parents right before you leave the house. It always makes me giggle.
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mortuusnox:
That was one of the kewlest posts I've ever read. And by the way I was reading. 
If only I were so lucky.
If only I were so lucky.
mandarin:
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