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I don't write on this site much anymore and sadly, it's mostly due to the fact that I only have a couple of people who are still haunting its corpse and I just don't want to deal with their bullshit.
Having a conversation right now about people who were a part of your (the empirical sense of the term) life when you were younger, who you spent hours talking to, nights exposing your inner soul and p
I used to write.
I used to write, like, A LOT.
Once I wondered
Is he out to get me?
Is he hiding behind the 1s and 0s
like so many other devious souls?
I believed it to be true
Yet never outright accused
Never point blank drew my weapon
The subject format, where I select which type of rant that I'm posting, strikes me as odd now. I used to rant about specific topics because I had a regular audience that I always needed to please.
Wish I didn't care. Caring takes so much energy. And it makes things all hurty and confusing.
The kid is watching "Glee" in the background. I tried watching a little of the show and found myself to be intolerant to its apparently otherwise universal charms.
Mondays mean that I'm in the mall with my guys. And since it's post 10/31, it means I get to hear Xmas music already. Which gets stuck in my head, I won't lie.
I recently replaced the standard set of black shoelaces that came with my pair of high top black Converse sneakers.
I'm rolling on Xanax and a Monster energy drink right now, high on the female empowerment lyrics of Kelly Clarkson, which have been burned into my brain after playing her latest disc "Stronger" on rep
I feel as if there is no one I can trust right now.
I have been having a lot of ups and downs lately.
Why bother trying to do anything nice if your motivation is going to be suspect and scrutinized.
Why act from the heart if people question if you even had one to begin with.
Back in August, we took Liv to Six Flags Magic Mountain for the first time.
OK, stop me if you've heard this one before...
I believe that it's healthy to hate yourself to a degree. Big shocker, coming from the girl who's a confessed chronic depressive.
Hmm. I've been really tempted to write mad today, really rant like the old days.
Yesterday didn't make much sense. Well, the day was alright but the post sucked balls, figuratively speaking.
For such a supposedly smart chick, I'm pretty fucking dense.
It's been too long since I've posted here, especially after I promised that I was going to be better and do something once a week.
I use to throw up a lot. It was a daily ritual at one point during my teen years.
While I know a good number of people who vocalize loudly that they do not dream or at the very least concede to the fact that they don't remember their dreams if they're indeed having them, I dream a
So, I promised that I was going to be writing something once a week and since my previous post was the previous Friday, I guess I missed that deadline by a pinch.
I hate Japanese tourists. I was trying to think of a way to write a piece about how I hate having my picture taken by someone other than myself but found myself stuck for an opener.
When it starts to get humid and stiflingly hot, even into the evenings, I become one weird and restless little duckie. I have never slept well in my life to begin with.
Duplicitous (adjective): "Given to or marked by deliberate deceptiveness in behavior or speech."
"How do you do it all?"
What did you find when you lost yourself, little girl? What did you find? I sure hope it was good. I sure hope it was worth it.
Hey there. I'm tired, I'm pissed off and I need to rant. But it's an educational rant, so pay attention.
Men... Or, perhaps I should say "guys" instead... TAKE CARE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.
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