A post to everyone.
Good Morning and thanks for visiting my private journal, that includes my private thoughts and feelings. Please understand that your opinions of me mean jack shit, and they shouldn't because it is your choice to be here, no one is forcing you to do or read anything. If you are going to judge me I suggest you bite your tongue or tear your self a new asshole, because that is what you are. I apologize to anyone this does not apply to. Anyways:
Good Morning Again,
Life blows, sure I bitch about it and you bitch about it (almost constantly sometimes) and we all get sick of hearing it (almost constantly sometimes). The weather blows, hot or cold. The bugs’ suck in the summer, the ice sucks in the winter. I don’t like my hair when it’s blonde, and I don’t like when it’s brown. Hair color is superficial, so you might as well manipulate the facts. It really wouldn’t matter if I were fat, would it? Wouldn’t I still be the same person inside, or would you just look at me and think, “What a tub that is?” Well, fuck you. The only opinion that really matters is my own. Judgments are skin deep and if you are too shallow to see that past your own beautiful shadow I suggest you kill yourself. You’re one of those people that lack luster and substance, and should be shot. If you think the world is slowly deteriorating, join the club. Come on; jump aboard. One by one stupidity and ignorance take hold and drown people. If there really is a God, I know he promised not to (or whatever), but the world should be flooded and he should start over at this point. Life is an overly emphasized dramatic event. Most people are scared of dying; well I am scared of living. I am scared that I won’t live life to its fullest and that my surroundings drag me into meticulously drooling over petty bullshit. Everything is regulated or drugged. Have something wrong with you? Here is a drug. Or, what I believe they should say is, “According to my vast knowledge I have diagnosed you with bullshit and you should take this drug so you feel happy, even though I am solving nothing. You just think I am amazing and therefore you fill my fat fucking pockets with all the hard earned money you have because someone gave you my business card and said, he’s the best. He takes reality out of reality. So, here’s your prescription. Take two or eight and call me in the morning.” As a person, with her own thoughts and feelings I would like to say that I know what is best for me, and no one else does. So, don’t try to regulate me and tell me that I am wrong. I think you are wrong for telling me I am wrong for being my own person. I understand there are rules to life and the only way to get ahead is to play the “game” but screw the game sometimes, screw your laws. I can say that, why? Because I would say it right to your face. I send letters, I voice my opinions, and I call. It’s not my problem that you don’t listen or respond to the general feelings of most Americans. I am sorry I am not rich enough to financially support your campaign but that doesn’t mean I want to have to suffer through it. Take your laws, and stuff them. If it weren’t for all the laws, don’t you think we would work it out? The stupid people would kill each other, or at least that’s my belief. At this point we should pull a Carlin and just map off the desert and put a tall electric fence around it. All the rapists and sex offenders will go into one fenced area. All the murderers and violent offenders can go into another. They will solve their own problems; they can kill and fuck to their hearts content. Screw trial by jury, if there’s enough proof why are we wasting the money. And, the ones that do admit to doing it end up with a better deal most of the time. “I murdered someone, I’m guilty, and can I get off with five to 10? I’m really sorry for the inconvenience this whole ordeal has caused, really I am.” Screw you man, your violent, you deserve to be on your own island or surrounded by your fellow equals. Stop backpacking on society for a helping hand, you’re a waste. That’s the truth. No one wants you around, why do you think it is so hard to place sex offenders back into a community? Because a good number re-offend or continue to look at child porno. People don’t get rehabilitated; they get drugged and/or just sent back out. For example, if I were to steal a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner, my mother scolds me and gives me a time out, does that mean the next time she’s not around that I won’t steal another delicious cookie? No, not at all, I want my cookie. I like the old time rock ‘n roll, the kind that sooths the soul- not repeated beats with banging bass and a reworked chorus that has been used a million times before. I don’t care if your Mike Jones, Mike Jones, Mike Jones, be original you lazy sack. I mentioned pornography a while ago; I have a big problem with pornography. It’s like if a hot chick walks up to you (on some lucky day) and offers to sit on your face and then take it however you’d like to dish it out, would you say no? It’s in your face; porn is in your face. Sex is in your face. There’s no sanctity to anything. It is my true belief that if it weren’t for short skirts and porno that marriages would last longer. If I get married, maybe the first time will be a flop, but I sure hope not. I hope I have someone who loves and cherishes me as much as I love and cherish them. Someone I really could spend the rest of my life with, happy. I want to be with someone who doesn’t make everything something, someone who just lets things go. I get wrapped up in the drama, you make something out of everything then so will I and no one will be happy. I have long-term relationships, I’m not a run in the hay kind of girl, I like to party and I have learned some things as I have. Life’s learning and growing experience. I know this, and I am working my may through. A lot of things are wrong with this world, and as I could choose to continue listing them I choose to stop and look out the window at the beautiful day and just know that nothing effects me unless I let it. Live life to its fullest and never regret a single moment.
Love,
Jenny.
Good Morning Again,
Life blows, sure I bitch about it and you bitch about it (almost constantly sometimes) and we all get sick of hearing it (almost constantly sometimes). The weather blows, hot or cold. The bugs’ suck in the summer, the ice sucks in the winter. I don’t like my hair when it’s blonde, and I don’t like when it’s brown. Hair color is superficial, so you might as well manipulate the facts. It really wouldn’t matter if I were fat, would it? Wouldn’t I still be the same person inside, or would you just look at me and think, “What a tub that is?” Well, fuck you. The only opinion that really matters is my own. Judgments are skin deep and if you are too shallow to see that past your own beautiful shadow I suggest you kill yourself. You’re one of those people that lack luster and substance, and should be shot. If you think the world is slowly deteriorating, join the club. Come on; jump aboard. One by one stupidity and ignorance take hold and drown people. If there really is a God, I know he promised not to (or whatever), but the world should be flooded and he should start over at this point. Life is an overly emphasized dramatic event. Most people are scared of dying; well I am scared of living. I am scared that I won’t live life to its fullest and that my surroundings drag me into meticulously drooling over petty bullshit. Everything is regulated or drugged. Have something wrong with you? Here is a drug. Or, what I believe they should say is, “According to my vast knowledge I have diagnosed you with bullshit and you should take this drug so you feel happy, even though I am solving nothing. You just think I am amazing and therefore you fill my fat fucking pockets with all the hard earned money you have because someone gave you my business card and said, he’s the best. He takes reality out of reality. So, here’s your prescription. Take two or eight and call me in the morning.” As a person, with her own thoughts and feelings I would like to say that I know what is best for me, and no one else does. So, don’t try to regulate me and tell me that I am wrong. I think you are wrong for telling me I am wrong for being my own person. I understand there are rules to life and the only way to get ahead is to play the “game” but screw the game sometimes, screw your laws. I can say that, why? Because I would say it right to your face. I send letters, I voice my opinions, and I call. It’s not my problem that you don’t listen or respond to the general feelings of most Americans. I am sorry I am not rich enough to financially support your campaign but that doesn’t mean I want to have to suffer through it. Take your laws, and stuff them. If it weren’t for all the laws, don’t you think we would work it out? The stupid people would kill each other, or at least that’s my belief. At this point we should pull a Carlin and just map off the desert and put a tall electric fence around it. All the rapists and sex offenders will go into one fenced area. All the murderers and violent offenders can go into another. They will solve their own problems; they can kill and fuck to their hearts content. Screw trial by jury, if there’s enough proof why are we wasting the money. And, the ones that do admit to doing it end up with a better deal most of the time. “I murdered someone, I’m guilty, and can I get off with five to 10? I’m really sorry for the inconvenience this whole ordeal has caused, really I am.” Screw you man, your violent, you deserve to be on your own island or surrounded by your fellow equals. Stop backpacking on society for a helping hand, you’re a waste. That’s the truth. No one wants you around, why do you think it is so hard to place sex offenders back into a community? Because a good number re-offend or continue to look at child porno. People don’t get rehabilitated; they get drugged and/or just sent back out. For example, if I were to steal a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner, my mother scolds me and gives me a time out, does that mean the next time she’s not around that I won’t steal another delicious cookie? No, not at all, I want my cookie. I like the old time rock ‘n roll, the kind that sooths the soul- not repeated beats with banging bass and a reworked chorus that has been used a million times before. I don’t care if your Mike Jones, Mike Jones, Mike Jones, be original you lazy sack. I mentioned pornography a while ago; I have a big problem with pornography. It’s like if a hot chick walks up to you (on some lucky day) and offers to sit on your face and then take it however you’d like to dish it out, would you say no? It’s in your face; porn is in your face. Sex is in your face. There’s no sanctity to anything. It is my true belief that if it weren’t for short skirts and porno that marriages would last longer. If I get married, maybe the first time will be a flop, but I sure hope not. I hope I have someone who loves and cherishes me as much as I love and cherish them. Someone I really could spend the rest of my life with, happy. I want to be with someone who doesn’t make everything something, someone who just lets things go. I get wrapped up in the drama, you make something out of everything then so will I and no one will be happy. I have long-term relationships, I’m not a run in the hay kind of girl, I like to party and I have learned some things as I have. Life’s learning and growing experience. I know this, and I am working my may through. A lot of things are wrong with this world, and as I could choose to continue listing them I choose to stop and look out the window at the beautiful day and just know that nothing effects me unless I let it. Live life to its fullest and never regret a single moment.
Love,
Jenny.