Sick of it all...
I am so tired of all the fuckin phony people I know and all the stupid shit that they do. And I'm sick of all the shit that I try to do and get away with because I think I'm too cool for everything. I've said it before but this time I'm for real...I am changing my life. I surround myself with all this negativity and then I wonder why everything thinks I'm so miserable all the time. Could it be because I am?? ;-)
Let's see...last week I got in big trouble for some shit that I thought I was clear of and could actually get away with. And I'm talking big. This wasn't my usual stupid situation. I went balls to the wall this time and I got caught. Can't say I didn't deserve it. But, as a result, the rest of the Renegade Brigade and I are broke, broke, broke for about the next eternity. Fucking great. But I can't say I'm sitting and crying about it anymore. We gave em hell, kids! We made our bed and now we're sleeping in it and it hurts but we, the Renegade Brigade collectively, found out who our real friends are. Somewhat shocking really.
We found out who was nice to our faces but who ratted us out behind our backs. And, as much as I deserved it, I'm done with the fake. I really am. If you want to rat me out go right ahead but don't pretend to be my bestest to my face. Get over yourself.
And speaking of fake, I'd like to direct the next part of my rant to a certain Sting Team who promised to make Shal and me shirts about 3 months ago then proceeded to ignore our requests and lose the shirt that I provided them. Shal's came back smelling like an ashtray and mine is lost somewhere in their garage. But not to worry! One of the litte bastards...yes I admit a boy I used to hook up with for those of you who are about to call me on it...told me today that even though they didn't pay for the shirt that I gave them they will gladly pay me for it. All I have to do is trek my ass in the freezing cold all the way to Okie's in NK and get the money tonight at Spogga's show. Fuck that shit. As much as I love the tank top and could use the whole $8 I spent on it I'm not about to go all the way down there to probably not be refunded and have to watch him throw his donkey-looking, stage 5 clinger (courtesy *Wedding Crashers*)in my face...again. She's a beast and he's an asshole. This is my life. This is the same Sting Team who decided not to come to my kick-ass party last weekend because I said that they couldn't bring anyone to it...not Spogga and his entourage and none of the skanky bitches they run with. Sorry...I'm not wasting my liquor on that shit. But all the while during the party while I was on the phone with him he's like "I'm coming. I'm bringing these girls but you know it's going to be you and me." Ew. I'm all set with that. I'd like to remain Syphilis-free thankyouverymuch.
I have a couple of new resolutions as of this past week. My first one is to smile more so people a) won't think I'm pissed all the time and b) won't think I'm wasted when I am actually just happy and having fun. Brad reminded me of this last night at Ultra because I was sitting not smiling and he kept asking me what was wrong and I had to convince him nothing was...besides almost getting arrested of course. My second resolution is to hang out more with a certain pretty boy I'm acquainted with and either be dating him or sleeping with him by June. Haha. Yeah, I need that much time to develop some game and then step it up. My third resolution is to make this e-zine that Shal and I are starting up as amazing as humanly possible. And it will be. We're getting a great staff together right now. If you're interested, hit me up and I'll give you some info. Oh yeah and number 4 is to sleep with my Secret Crush...which shouldn't be too hard since he asked me to the other day. ;-) And number 5 is to become awesome at roller derby so I can tell that blonde bitch that if I were HER I'd have quit not vice versa. Fucking bitch.
Yeah, I think that's about it for now. My ranting is done and I actually feel a lot better. Which is good. Now if only I could stick to my resolutions and make them work!
Quote of the Day:
"I won't go down by myself but I'll go down with my friends" ~My Chemical Romance
Let's see...last week I got in big trouble for some shit that I thought I was clear of and could actually get away with. And I'm talking big. This wasn't my usual stupid situation. I went balls to the wall this time and I got caught. Can't say I didn't deserve it. But, as a result, the rest of the Renegade Brigade and I are broke, broke, broke for about the next eternity. Fucking great. But I can't say I'm sitting and crying about it anymore. We gave em hell, kids! We made our bed and now we're sleeping in it and it hurts but we, the Renegade Brigade collectively, found out who our real friends are. Somewhat shocking really.
We found out who was nice to our faces but who ratted us out behind our backs. And, as much as I deserved it, I'm done with the fake. I really am. If you want to rat me out go right ahead but don't pretend to be my bestest to my face. Get over yourself.
And speaking of fake, I'd like to direct the next part of my rant to a certain Sting Team who promised to make Shal and me shirts about 3 months ago then proceeded to ignore our requests and lose the shirt that I provided them. Shal's came back smelling like an ashtray and mine is lost somewhere in their garage. But not to worry! One of the litte bastards...yes I admit a boy I used to hook up with for those of you who are about to call me on it...told me today that even though they didn't pay for the shirt that I gave them they will gladly pay me for it. All I have to do is trek my ass in the freezing cold all the way to Okie's in NK and get the money tonight at Spogga's show. Fuck that shit. As much as I love the tank top and could use the whole $8 I spent on it I'm not about to go all the way down there to probably not be refunded and have to watch him throw his donkey-looking, stage 5 clinger (courtesy *Wedding Crashers*)in my face...again. She's a beast and he's an asshole. This is my life. This is the same Sting Team who decided not to come to my kick-ass party last weekend because I said that they couldn't bring anyone to it...not Spogga and his entourage and none of the skanky bitches they run with. Sorry...I'm not wasting my liquor on that shit. But all the while during the party while I was on the phone with him he's like "I'm coming. I'm bringing these girls but you know it's going to be you and me." Ew. I'm all set with that. I'd like to remain Syphilis-free thankyouverymuch.
I have a couple of new resolutions as of this past week. My first one is to smile more so people a) won't think I'm pissed all the time and b) won't think I'm wasted when I am actually just happy and having fun. Brad reminded me of this last night at Ultra because I was sitting not smiling and he kept asking me what was wrong and I had to convince him nothing was...besides almost getting arrested of course. My second resolution is to hang out more with a certain pretty boy I'm acquainted with and either be dating him or sleeping with him by June. Haha. Yeah, I need that much time to develop some game and then step it up. My third resolution is to make this e-zine that Shal and I are starting up as amazing as humanly possible. And it will be. We're getting a great staff together right now. If you're interested, hit me up and I'll give you some info. Oh yeah and number 4 is to sleep with my Secret Crush...which shouldn't be too hard since he asked me to the other day. ;-) And number 5 is to become awesome at roller derby so I can tell that blonde bitch that if I were HER I'd have quit not vice versa. Fucking bitch.
Yeah, I think that's about it for now. My ranting is done and I actually feel a lot better. Which is good. Now if only I could stick to my resolutions and make them work!
Quote of the Day:
"I won't go down by myself but I'll go down with my friends" ~My Chemical Romance