$$ BLING IN THE NEW YEAR $$
The Lives and Crimes of 2003:
x. Befriending and then unfriending all the Wenatchee punks.
x. Thus earning the title "Back Alley Sally".
x. Getting a turntable.
x. Seeing Scotland and England, the best places I’ve visited yet.
x. "I’ve been sober for six months. Shit, Mickey’s Grenades?! Fuck sobriety!"
x. Earning the title "Twat Scum".
x. Going to Justin’s apartment what seemed like every weekend.
x. One night stands at Justin’s apartment.
x. Getting banned from Justin’s apartment.
x. Going to TJ’s house what seemed like every weekend.
x. Eventually burning my bridges with everyone there, too.
x. "Hey Terry, do you have any DRUGS?"
x. Becoming a scary coke fiend.
x. Passing out in Auto Shop thanks to weed.
x. Earning the title "Slut" (not just any slut, THE slut).
x. Hating all the Snoho pussylickers.
x. Mom getting a divorce.
x. Going to shows that I can’t remember.
x. Sleeping around too much.
x. Graduating 11th grade.
x. Attending Punk Rock Baseball.
x. Seeing that one girl’s genital warts! OHMYGOD!
x. Getting drunk every day of my life.
x. Puking every day of my life.
x. Getting held down and slapped on the ass by those STUPID fucking DICKLESS ASSHOLE HEROIN ADDICTS.
x. Puking all over a black transvestite’s suitcase on the bus.
x. Falling on my face after one bong hit.
x. Finally quitting drugs.
x. Dropping beer in front of a cop car.
x. Realizing that Beth’s Café is the single best place on earth.
x. Making out with everyone who’s ever existed.
x. And, of course, the two separate times at which I puked while giving head.
As for my New Years Resolution... fuck that.
This was taken at the first party we went to, in Burien... ahahahah fucking mainstream society is pathetic.
This is from the party in West Seattle, which proved to be much better. These dudes were CRAZY like woah.
AHAHAHAHAH dear lord. Shit I'm pale, but at least I'm not the guy in the middle, daaaamn. (THIS is why I'll never get a boyfriend... I wouldn't be able to do stupid shit like this anymore.)
Worrrrrd.
I don't think I ever pulled up my pants after that moon shot. You can't see it, but there's dollar bills tucked into my fake-diamond thong. Haha it was P.I.M.P. like you don't even know. I earned a total of $2, wow I rule.
DOODS... I made a friend, his name is Ryan and he's from Reno. He lives in a loft in Pioneer Square and runs a venue or some such. He isn't that attractive, but I wanted to fuck him at the time but he wanted to "wait". What's with dudes with morals these days? Anyway, essentially I'm worried cause he might be looking for a long-term relationship or something, whereas I don't DO that, ever, for anyone. I'm just lookin to be friends and shit, possibly with benefits. Fuck, though. He's gonna call me today. You know when you get that hole-in-your-stomach feeling cause you know you're gonna hurt someone's feelings but you really don't want to? Yeah that's how I feel. I always get myself into these situations, always. "Heart breaker... dream maker... love taker..." yeah that's allllll me. Fuck it, if he's a man he'll take it like one. He knew how young I was, and how drunk, and how slutty... ahahah. So he should know better. He's a smart kid. He's also 22. Oh well.
"Good girls go to heaven; bad girls go everywhere."
x. Befriending and then unfriending all the Wenatchee punks.
x. Thus earning the title "Back Alley Sally".
x. Getting a turntable.
x. Seeing Scotland and England, the best places I’ve visited yet.
x. "I’ve been sober for six months. Shit, Mickey’s Grenades?! Fuck sobriety!"
x. Earning the title "Twat Scum".
x. Going to Justin’s apartment what seemed like every weekend.
x. One night stands at Justin’s apartment.
x. Getting banned from Justin’s apartment.
x. Going to TJ’s house what seemed like every weekend.
x. Eventually burning my bridges with everyone there, too.
x. "Hey Terry, do you have any DRUGS?"
x. Becoming a scary coke fiend.
x. Passing out in Auto Shop thanks to weed.
x. Earning the title "Slut" (not just any slut, THE slut).
x. Hating all the Snoho pussylickers.
x. Mom getting a divorce.
x. Going to shows that I can’t remember.
x. Sleeping around too much.
x. Graduating 11th grade.
x. Attending Punk Rock Baseball.
x. Seeing that one girl’s genital warts! OHMYGOD!
x. Getting drunk every day of my life.
x. Puking every day of my life.
x. Getting held down and slapped on the ass by those STUPID fucking DICKLESS ASSHOLE HEROIN ADDICTS.
x. Puking all over a black transvestite’s suitcase on the bus.
x. Falling on my face after one bong hit.
x. Finally quitting drugs.
x. Dropping beer in front of a cop car.
x. Realizing that Beth’s Café is the single best place on earth.
x. Making out with everyone who’s ever existed.
x. And, of course, the two separate times at which I puked while giving head.
As for my New Years Resolution... fuck that.
This was taken at the first party we went to, in Burien... ahahahah fucking mainstream society is pathetic.
This is from the party in West Seattle, which proved to be much better. These dudes were CRAZY like woah.
AHAHAHAHAH dear lord. Shit I'm pale, but at least I'm not the guy in the middle, daaaamn. (THIS is why I'll never get a boyfriend... I wouldn't be able to do stupid shit like this anymore.)
Worrrrrd.
I don't think I ever pulled up my pants after that moon shot. You can't see it, but there's dollar bills tucked into my fake-diamond thong. Haha it was P.I.M.P. like you don't even know. I earned a total of $2, wow I rule.
DOODS... I made a friend, his name is Ryan and he's from Reno. He lives in a loft in Pioneer Square and runs a venue or some such. He isn't that attractive, but I wanted to fuck him at the time but he wanted to "wait". What's with dudes with morals these days? Anyway, essentially I'm worried cause he might be looking for a long-term relationship or something, whereas I don't DO that, ever, for anyone. I'm just lookin to be friends and shit, possibly with benefits. Fuck, though. He's gonna call me today. You know when you get that hole-in-your-stomach feeling cause you know you're gonna hurt someone's feelings but you really don't want to? Yeah that's how I feel. I always get myself into these situations, always. "Heart breaker... dream maker... love taker..." yeah that's allllll me. Fuck it, if he's a man he'll take it like one. He knew how young I was, and how drunk, and how slutty... ahahah. So he should know better. He's a smart kid. He's also 22. Oh well.
"Good girls go to heaven; bad girls go everywhere."