Rants About Me

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Duck & Cover

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

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Two-fisted liar

Remember me?

I used to write.

I used to write, like, A LOT.

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Not quite ranty

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.

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Head. Feels. Sploady.

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.

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Shoelaces

I recently replaced the standard set of black shoelaces that came with my pair of high top black Converse sneakers.

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I could. Really, I could. But...

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

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I Can Hold My Own Hair

I use to throw up a lot. It was a daily ritual at one point during my teen years.

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Weekly Drop By

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.

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Don't Picture This

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.

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The Legend of Bi-Curious Jean

I figured a strange thing out in an inadvertent way just yesterday. Got my ballot for the Whateverth Annual Why the Oscars Suck But That's OK Because I Can Win Prizes yesterday with Mr.

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Living Anxiously

I always think of those old movies where some chick would start to rant and rave hysterically and someone else (usually a man) would come along and slap her a solid one across the face.

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Priorities

Man, I've been mentally exhausted lately. I never feel as if I can get enough done and yet at the same time it always feels like I'm getting nothing done.

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This Entry Brought to you by Heat Exaustion

It is damn hot in our apartment.

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A Report From Fort Brag

Shut up about Valentine's Day already.

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Hi Cyndy

Yes, I see that you're on. And the following is not directed at you.

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That 4 letter word that begins with F, capitalized, underlined and highlighted

Ignorant
Idiotic
Self-aggrandizing
Douchebag
Losers.

IISDL. I LIDS. I SLID.

I fucking give up.

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"That's Nice..."

I am a much nicer person than people expect me to be. This always is confusing to me since I've always thought of myself as being a fairly nice individual.

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And now, a track off the flip side

Sinus headaches have started again. I need to remind myself to call the doctor and get my Flonaise refilled.

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Who Cleans Up When It's Raining Shit?

It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. I should be able to sleep. Normally I can sleep the minute I lie down. Then there are times like this.

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Don't take your eyes off my left hand

There was a point when people would check into my blog on Myspazz on a daily basis, practically frothing at the mouth to read whatever new bullshit I'd cooked up.

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I am a Rock, I am a Martyr

Eh... maybe I just like typing words with the letter Y in them. I'm pretty sure that I'm no one's martyr. But I like the word. I'm trying to keep reminding myself of things that I like.

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Sticky Icky Picky Tricky Dicky Wicky

I never would have fancied myself a fan of The White Stripes. Their breakout song (or I should say "video" since that's what helped that song to chart) annoyed the fuck out of me.

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Your Bill Comes to $125

My mom has taught me some pretty useful things over the years.

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Observation

While waiting for Ned's bus this afternoon, I spied something interesting.

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The Art of Feeling Mopey

The canvas is a stretching of the soul, for those who like the fanciful phrasings. Your existence spread thin, the bullshit glaring through the paper thin facade that you've constructed.

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Monday Gloomy Monday

You ever get that feeling like people are laughing at you behind your back? I get that feeling a lot.

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Scrapped Topic: Ain't No Hype About Being Hyper

I was a hyper little kid. I ran hard and fast, got into everything that I could get my hands on, and basically made my mother's life hell.

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The Single Mom's Dilemma

I'm a "single mom." There are a lot of different issues that come up because of that fact.

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When Being a Vegetarian is Just a Cover-up For Bulimia

In 4 more days a whole lot of people are going to be deciding what it is that they want to do differently in the new year. Making resolutions about things that they think will make them a better person.

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"Now My Bitter Hands Cradle Broken Glass..."

I've written about Brandon briefly in the past. He was my first love, the first guy to go down on me, the first male I think I truly did emotional damage to. I've been thinking a lot about him recently. One of my readers wrote to me asking if I could write if it was worse to lose a lover to another person or to death.

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