"Did you get that shirt at Old Navy?"
Old Motherfuckin' Navy!
"I knew you did, dude. Right on, hell yeah, bitch."
A list of grievances, not to be taken lightly:
I fucking hate ridiculous drunken assholes pretending to be "cute" and bothering me instead of someone more interested and less intelligent.
I fucking hate how my bra's under wires meet in the middle and grind against my boney chest, leaving a big sore red mark.
I fucking hate people who get paid to take smoke breaks every hour vs. people who don't get any breaks any hour for any activity, healthy or unhealthy in nature.
I fucking hate people who hang up the phone angrily after I tell them we don't have any specials.
I fucking hate the incompetence of 90% of Wal*mart's employees. Mostly those in the photo-processing department.
I fucking hate my car's brakes going out every month.
I fucking hate people who take their sweet-ass time in the gas station buying bags of ice and multiple twenty ounce Mountain Dews... meanwhile, I wait twenty minutes for them to return to their red truck and drive it away so I can use their pump, the only available pump to suit my car's gas cap positioning. For the record, I also fucking hate Mountain Dew. And most large automobiles, like trucks. Ugly, boxy, gas-guzzling, 2004-or-newer large automobiles.
I fucking hate Panic! at the MOTHFUCKING Disco and all the fucking hype behind their piece-of-shit-motherfucking-panicy-disco...y asses. Fuck off. Gosh.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A list of serotonin-inhibitors, to be taken in large doses multiple times daily:
I love my sister. (The ninth was her 21st birthday. Aww. I took her out to lunch and bought her a margarita at the Olive Garden. Aww. I also bought her some CDs. Aww.)
I love Gorillaz and their cute little animated faces and 2D aka Damon from Blur and his cute little non-animated face and the song "Kids with Guns" from the newer Gorillaz album (which I also love). (Also loving "Last Living Souls" and "Dirty Harry.")
I love staying at Kayleigh's house until three in the morning downloading lame-o songs and looking at people's myspace profiles.
I love my dad when he's in a good mood and he talks in his cutesy baby voice.
I love Kyle at work because he is adorable and has an awkward laugh that I find hysterical and he makes me feel not so ugly and geeky.
I love my polka-dotted shorts I bought on Tuesday. And my new sea green Chucks. And my checkered headband and cat eye glasses and 10g earrings that hurt to put in. And all the new CDs I bought and the artist's mannequin I bought. (I went shopping with Funi and Jessica and Kayleigh and Kati. I also love all of those people. And Columbus, where we shopped. And the Cheesecake Factory, where we ate.)
I love this drunk girl talking in-between the tracks on Reggie and the Full Effect's Under the Tray album. I also love how the actual CD is under the tray in the case. Clever.
I love garlic cheese bread with medium hot sauce and blue cheese on the side for dipping. I love how weird that combination is and how much you are probably grimacing thinking about the clashing of various tastes... you are, aren't you?
I love being wordy and sounding like a bookworm when I talk.
I love my new computer keyboard and how it feels on my fingertips and how quiet it is.
I love my mom when she is cooperative and caring.
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1.) Warped Tour next Friday... yay!
2.) Our house is up for sale July 21st.
3.) I smell like pizza all of the time.
4.) College orientation August 11th-12th.
5.) I need new contacts. My eyes bug me.
6.) I finally bought new Thursday. Snow Patrol. Placebo. Gorillaz (stated previously). Head Automatica. Fab times ten.
7.) Buy me some Gorillaz action figures for my birthday (July 25th).
8.) Miah can be a real fucking asshole. Obviously.
9.) My skin isn't as pale thanks to the geniuses at Dove.
10.) Damein's grad party tomorrow plus playings of his band plus me hopefully having a good time. Plus Tegan's bridal shower Sunday.
Old Motherfuckin' Navy!
"I knew you did, dude. Right on, hell yeah, bitch."
A list of grievances, not to be taken lightly:
I fucking hate ridiculous drunken assholes pretending to be "cute" and bothering me instead of someone more interested and less intelligent.
I fucking hate how my bra's under wires meet in the middle and grind against my boney chest, leaving a big sore red mark.
I fucking hate people who get paid to take smoke breaks every hour vs. people who don't get any breaks any hour for any activity, healthy or unhealthy in nature.
I fucking hate people who hang up the phone angrily after I tell them we don't have any specials.
I fucking hate the incompetence of 90% of Wal*mart's employees. Mostly those in the photo-processing department.
I fucking hate my car's brakes going out every month.
I fucking hate people who take their sweet-ass time in the gas station buying bags of ice and multiple twenty ounce Mountain Dews... meanwhile, I wait twenty minutes for them to return to their red truck and drive it away so I can use their pump, the only available pump to suit my car's gas cap positioning. For the record, I also fucking hate Mountain Dew. And most large automobiles, like trucks. Ugly, boxy, gas-guzzling, 2004-or-newer large automobiles.
I fucking hate Panic! at the MOTHFUCKING Disco and all the fucking hype behind their piece-of-shit-motherfucking-panicy-disco...y asses. Fuck off. Gosh.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A list of serotonin-inhibitors, to be taken in large doses multiple times daily:
I love my sister. (The ninth was her 21st birthday. Aww. I took her out to lunch and bought her a margarita at the Olive Garden. Aww. I also bought her some CDs. Aww.)
I love Gorillaz and their cute little animated faces and 2D aka Damon from Blur and his cute little non-animated face and the song "Kids with Guns" from the newer Gorillaz album (which I also love). (Also loving "Last Living Souls" and "Dirty Harry.")
I love staying at Kayleigh's house until three in the morning downloading lame-o songs and looking at people's myspace profiles.
I love my dad when he's in a good mood and he talks in his cutesy baby voice.
I love Kyle at work because he is adorable and has an awkward laugh that I find hysterical and he makes me feel not so ugly and geeky.
I love my polka-dotted shorts I bought on Tuesday. And my new sea green Chucks. And my checkered headband and cat eye glasses and 10g earrings that hurt to put in. And all the new CDs I bought and the artist's mannequin I bought. (I went shopping with Funi and Jessica and Kayleigh and Kati. I also love all of those people. And Columbus, where we shopped. And the Cheesecake Factory, where we ate.)
I love this drunk girl talking in-between the tracks on Reggie and the Full Effect's Under the Tray album. I also love how the actual CD is under the tray in the case. Clever.
I love garlic cheese bread with medium hot sauce and blue cheese on the side for dipping. I love how weird that combination is and how much you are probably grimacing thinking about the clashing of various tastes... you are, aren't you?
I love being wordy and sounding like a bookworm when I talk.
I love my new computer keyboard and how it feels on my fingertips and how quiet it is.
I love my mom when she is cooperative and caring.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
1.) Warped Tour next Friday... yay!
2.) Our house is up for sale July 21st.
3.) I smell like pizza all of the time.
4.) College orientation August 11th-12th.
5.) I need new contacts. My eyes bug me.
6.) I finally bought new Thursday. Snow Patrol. Placebo. Gorillaz (stated previously). Head Automatica. Fab times ten.
7.) Buy me some Gorillaz action figures for my birthday (July 25th).
8.) Miah can be a real fucking asshole. Obviously.
9.) My skin isn't as pale thanks to the geniuses at Dove.
10.) Damein's grad party tomorrow plus playings of his band plus me hopefully having a good time. Plus Tegan's bridal shower Sunday.
VIEW 22 of 22 COMMENTS
eightzeroone:
Yeah, I think you're right, although I do try to be a bit more optimistic. I guess if these confessions were simple or harmless then finding someone to unleash them on would be easy.
charley:
Yeah it's bloody hard. Although not as hard as I thought it would be to give up dairy, I miss cheese a lot but I feel so much better not having it. Trust me I was the biggest cheese addict but my skin is clearing up and that is a huge bonus. Mainly brown rice, veggies, oats etc nothing with yeast, sugar (even fruit) or dairy, no wheat, no refined carbs. I feel crap yet strangely good, it's hard to explain. I only have another couple of weeks to go and then I can eat a lot of it again. Although I am not sure I really want too, aside from fruit and yogurt.
