I'm Alive!
omfg, peoples. o. m. f. g.
where to begin?!
first of all, and contrary to popular belief, i'm not dead. good for me, though. anyway, i'm currently on my summer vacation. who knew? i didn't. i've been pretty much unconscious since it started. ... and whether or not she wants to admit it, amanda's a whore. she's one of my best friends. but a total whore in a good way! *laughs*.
anyway...PEOPLE I MISS YOU!
okay. uhm. i doubt anyone even reads this anymore. but i just wanted to let everyone know that they need to stop rejoicing, 'cos i'm not dead yet.
no thanks to my mother for that one. oh, and fantasy is bearing my child. *grins*.
love me, love me, say that you love me!
oh. and does anyone else agree with me that lindsay lohan was once pretty but is now an ugly stick figure? god. why is the norm size zero? i'm an eight, damnit, and i'm fucking gorgeous. not a zero. not a two. not a three. fuck all of you who think girls should be that fucking size. i have curves and they're damn nice.
i'm probably prettier than any of you anyway. ^.~ kidding, kidding. sorta. kidding about the prettier than you part, anyway.
but i swear to god, i have a friend who's a twelve, and that's not big contrary to popular belief. i think she's beautiful. but she thinks she's fat and tears herself down about it. she's one of the most wonderful people that i know: she's gorgeous, smart, sarcastic, wonderfully funny, and so real. she's a role model to me. and society is fucking with her mind, because she's not a fucking two. who would wan't to be a fucking two? i've got curves and breats and an ass (it kinda comes with the package), and i'm absolutely beautiful.
fuck whoever disagrees because i'm not fitting into the pedistal that society wants to put women on. frankly, it's a rather restricting place to reside. i was up there once. before i dated this guy named josh. and i'm not anymore. and fuck, i love it. freedom. and i have fat jeans. they're sexy.
and so am i.
where to begin?!
first of all, and contrary to popular belief, i'm not dead. good for me, though. anyway, i'm currently on my summer vacation. who knew? i didn't. i've been pretty much unconscious since it started. ... and whether or not she wants to admit it, amanda's a whore. she's one of my best friends. but a total whore in a good way! *laughs*.
anyway...PEOPLE I MISS YOU!
okay. uhm. i doubt anyone even reads this anymore. but i just wanted to let everyone know that they need to stop rejoicing, 'cos i'm not dead yet.
no thanks to my mother for that one. oh, and fantasy is bearing my child. *grins*.
love me, love me, say that you love me!
oh. and does anyone else agree with me that lindsay lohan was once pretty but is now an ugly stick figure? god. why is the norm size zero? i'm an eight, damnit, and i'm fucking gorgeous. not a zero. not a two. not a three. fuck all of you who think girls should be that fucking size. i have curves and they're damn nice.
i'm probably prettier than any of you anyway. ^.~ kidding, kidding. sorta. kidding about the prettier than you part, anyway.
but i swear to god, i have a friend who's a twelve, and that's not big contrary to popular belief. i think she's beautiful. but she thinks she's fat and tears herself down about it. she's one of the most wonderful people that i know: she's gorgeous, smart, sarcastic, wonderfully funny, and so real. she's a role model to me. and society is fucking with her mind, because she's not a fucking two. who would wan't to be a fucking two? i've got curves and breats and an ass (it kinda comes with the package), and i'm absolutely beautiful.
fuck whoever disagrees because i'm not fitting into the pedistal that society wants to put women on. frankly, it's a rather restricting place to reside. i was up there once. before i dated this guy named josh. and i'm not anymore. and fuck, i love it. freedom. and i have fat jeans. they're sexy.
and so am i.