wren

Sometimes I think I could make good money as a dominatrix if I had the balls to do it. There's got to be call for a tiny, aggressive tattooed girl to wear a bunch of vinyl and order repressed buisnessmen around.

I've been having really crazy dreams lately. Today I dreamt I was pregnant! This might have something to do with the fact that my sleep schedual is all fucked up, so instead of getting a solid eight hours of sleep, I nap in four-hour incriments.

Apartment life really blows, by the way. I'm so tired of hearing people pound up and down the hallways. What the fuck is going on out there? It sounds like someone is dragging a body down the stairs. The best thing is when you can hear someone ringing the buzzer in nearby apartments. One time someone stood there ringing the buzzer for five solid minutes. People are retards.

On the plus side, our annoying neighbors who were blasting music all the goddamn time finally moved out. Oh joyous day! Now we can sleep.

I want a house, dammit. Sometimes after class at night I just drive around and look at houses and fantasize about having my own home and my own family.

I was sitting in the breakroom the other day talking to Garden Center John and I was telling him how my only real desire in life is to be a stay-at-home mom. Other people in the breakroom laughed! What the fuck?! And it was only men who laughed. I wanted to start punching people out. I really fail to see what's so funny. Is it that they can't picture ME doing that (most of them barely know me) or do they honestly have such a low opinion of stay-at-home moms?

I try not to get angry at people but it's SO HARD sometimes. I don't know what happened to me in life to make me so angry. I'd like to take boxing at school, but the idea of being punched in the head is really not all that appealing to me. Maybe I just need to get in one really good fight. That's actually part of the reason I took out my nipple piercings - my temper has been steadily building over the months. I feel an ass-kicking swiftly approaching.

By the way, anyone who has been requesting my friendship the past few weeks and being denied - it's nothing personal. I just don't befriend people whose journals I have never read or whose comments I have never seen. I am perfectly willing to befriend people, but please say something to me first. Random strangers requesting my friendship creeps me out even in real life.



OH! I have a request. I want to make some little Sculpey thingies outside of this project I've put on hiatus. Someone recommend cute little animals or monsters for me to sculpt.

Umm...something easy.