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Today was really awful.
I got out of bed exremely late because I just didn't feel like getting up
I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I am really annoyed with those assholes at _are_you_hotter_than_us_?, because I am so much cuter than them, and those photos don't do me justice. They can't reject me, so I'm starting my own rating community. Click
here to join (the first five applicants are automatically accepted).
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes!
Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.
I want to say thanks to the academy for giving me this award.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and should stop smoking drugs.
You should all do this
quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
I really don't understand why my mother keeps me locked up in this room. She's never home, so why doesn't she let me out then? I don't know. She must hate me. She only feeds me cat food and lets me out 3 times a day. Twice to go to the bathrrom and once to take a shower. She won't even let me have a tv in here. She lets me have a computer but she put parental controls on it so I can't view anymore porn. That's the only way I was surviving. I don't know what I'm going to do now. I don't know why my parents insist on having sex right outside my door. They make damn sure they make as much noise as possible. They're probably just trying to show me what I'm missing out on. I really wish I could get out of here. Or get some new clothes. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die here... Oh no, I best be going, I think I hear my mother calling. She probably wants me to shave her back again.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.