My shameful shameful tattoo...
Boo me.
So I admit it...i have a tattoo in vain. There, I said it. VAIN.
So today I was completely out of my element. I was thrown off early by a fatal attempt to land a real job. I then fell back asleep (which I am incapable of doing once the lipstick is thrown on and the jeans are zipped). I woke up, and did like four loads of laundry. I ate an egg taco and smoked about ten cigarrettes while trying to battle the beast that is my hair and coax it down from the ledge.
"Hair, why are you doing this...you have so much to live for."
Hair: "I don't want to hear it. LALALALALA. You hate me. You treat me terribly. Why can't I just be one color??? Why can't you love me the way I am. WHY MUST YOU ALTER ME TO FIT WHAT YOU WANT. QUIT TRYING TO LIVE YOUR LIFE THROUGH ME!!!"
"Look hair, I know you're upset, but please....come down. Let's talk...come to a compromise? You're creating a fatal future for yourself and I don't want to have to cut you myself...let's just live together and make a deal..."
Hair: "Deal?"
"I'll let you rest on weekdays...no spray, no gel...I'll even keep the rubber bands at a minimum...if for just this once, you'll come down from there and calm down".
Of course the hair jumped and for the love of Gawd...I look like a friggin poodle. It must be the humidity from this hurricane....Which I never believed in anyway (not hurricanes, just weather affecting hair. I wish it would just adapt to it's environment like that of eva mendez or katherine zeta- jones douglas.
Anyway, back to me being out of my fucking element...
financial aid called and it's a no go....P.O. Called and I owe 600 bucks by october. I now have 420 dollars a month to worry about as well for my love shack, and of course, work is running me ragged.
With all this said, I felt I deserved a trip to the mall. I smoked ten more cigarrettes on the way there and of course no belts that fit like the dream I had hoped for...in fact, no brown belts at all...just some smart ass fag at the Gap giving me lip and some bastard at hot topic telling me that "stars are the new plaid". I hate this.
I drank a six shot espresso on ice that i could not afford and went into work completely wired. As soon as I step foot in the door I'm told to expo...and was not even clocked in. There went two hours of hard work and sweat....plus losing my only gratuity added automatically table....to put food in a fucking window and not even get paid for it. I then had to put up with boobies' bullshit... plus closed expo. I left with twenty bucks. Found out steph put in her two weeks notice and got a real job, which I'll probably never have.
So while I was on expo...I heard the riff for "Detroit Rock City" on the radio and immediately got pumped. I yelled out "GAWD I LOVE KISS. Greatest band ever!"
Then....I heard the second guitar come in and realized it was not detroit rock city...it was "the boys are back in town" and as the cooks and juan made fun of me, I hung my head in shame. I have a tattoo for one of my favorite bands ever, and I can't even recognize a fucking song properly.
I fully blame it on the idea that my head was on a completely different plateau, however I still felt like a loser. When pearl jam came on, I used humor to dig myself deeper because of course they thought I was serious when I said "Man, tool rocks." Hah.
I got out of work and went to cooties with the guys where I was kicked out of. I called jeremy and he sounded almost drunk so I decided to drive back home, when I was informed via phone that it was jp's birthday. so I bust a U-ey and purchase him a quickie present from the convenient store, and deliver it to a vinegar smelling couch...apparently no one told them about fabreez, and apparently jessye needs pampers :)
So yes, with that said my tattoo lives on in vain, rotting on my arm like my soul....empty, hollow, and full of misgivings.
In other news, I turn 21 on August 21st and hopefully my present will be my dad paying my tuition.
My ear hurts and this throbbing headache is never ending.
I can't wait to go read my book. So close to finishing "We thought you'd be prettier" and already done with "sellevision" which I would definately recommend.
I need to save money.
I need tylenol.
I need rock n roll.
So I admit it...i have a tattoo in vain. There, I said it. VAIN.
So today I was completely out of my element. I was thrown off early by a fatal attempt to land a real job. I then fell back asleep (which I am incapable of doing once the lipstick is thrown on and the jeans are zipped). I woke up, and did like four loads of laundry. I ate an egg taco and smoked about ten cigarrettes while trying to battle the beast that is my hair and coax it down from the ledge.
"Hair, why are you doing this...you have so much to live for."
Hair: "I don't want to hear it. LALALALALA. You hate me. You treat me terribly. Why can't I just be one color??? Why can't you love me the way I am. WHY MUST YOU ALTER ME TO FIT WHAT YOU WANT. QUIT TRYING TO LIVE YOUR LIFE THROUGH ME!!!"
"Look hair, I know you're upset, but please....come down. Let's talk...come to a compromise? You're creating a fatal future for yourself and I don't want to have to cut you myself...let's just live together and make a deal..."
Hair: "Deal?"
"I'll let you rest on weekdays...no spray, no gel...I'll even keep the rubber bands at a minimum...if for just this once, you'll come down from there and calm down".
Of course the hair jumped and for the love of Gawd...I look like a friggin poodle. It must be the humidity from this hurricane....Which I never believed in anyway (not hurricanes, just weather affecting hair. I wish it would just adapt to it's environment like that of eva mendez or katherine zeta- jones douglas.
Anyway, back to me being out of my fucking element...
financial aid called and it's a no go....P.O. Called and I owe 600 bucks by october. I now have 420 dollars a month to worry about as well for my love shack, and of course, work is running me ragged.
With all this said, I felt I deserved a trip to the mall. I smoked ten more cigarrettes on the way there and of course no belts that fit like the dream I had hoped for...in fact, no brown belts at all...just some smart ass fag at the Gap giving me lip and some bastard at hot topic telling me that "stars are the new plaid". I hate this.
I drank a six shot espresso on ice that i could not afford and went into work completely wired. As soon as I step foot in the door I'm told to expo...and was not even clocked in. There went two hours of hard work and sweat....plus losing my only gratuity added automatically table....to put food in a fucking window and not even get paid for it. I then had to put up with boobies' bullshit... plus closed expo. I left with twenty bucks. Found out steph put in her two weeks notice and got a real job, which I'll probably never have.
So while I was on expo...I heard the riff for "Detroit Rock City" on the radio and immediately got pumped. I yelled out "GAWD I LOVE KISS. Greatest band ever!"
Then....I heard the second guitar come in and realized it was not detroit rock city...it was "the boys are back in town" and as the cooks and juan made fun of me, I hung my head in shame. I have a tattoo for one of my favorite bands ever, and I can't even recognize a fucking song properly.
I fully blame it on the idea that my head was on a completely different plateau, however I still felt like a loser. When pearl jam came on, I used humor to dig myself deeper because of course they thought I was serious when I said "Man, tool rocks." Hah.
I got out of work and went to cooties with the guys where I was kicked out of. I called jeremy and he sounded almost drunk so I decided to drive back home, when I was informed via phone that it was jp's birthday. so I bust a U-ey and purchase him a quickie present from the convenient store, and deliver it to a vinegar smelling couch...apparently no one told them about fabreez, and apparently jessye needs pampers :)
So yes, with that said my tattoo lives on in vain, rotting on my arm like my soul....empty, hollow, and full of misgivings.
In other news, I turn 21 on August 21st and hopefully my present will be my dad paying my tuition.
My ear hurts and this throbbing headache is never ending.
I can't wait to go read my book. So close to finishing "We thought you'd be prettier" and already done with "sellevision" which I would definately recommend.
I need to save money.
I need tylenol.
I need rock n roll.