I dislike it when people purchased one of those tiny salads at McDonald's or Wendy's, or any fast food restaurant, and drink their diet pops but are too fucking lazy to walk around the block.
News flash: walking one block might help. GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP.
When I paint, I think about problems that make me angry, and I try to resolve them in my head (it's like taking a walk and talk your problem out or doodling). Then I realize, it made me angrier. I'm so oblivious and passive sometimes, always viewing things from a detached view that when I take a closer look, I can't get out. I want to tear shit up. I have a very fine line.
I might change my screen name from "YoGrammaisaho" to either:
a. "My ex bf is a ho"
b. "Ben is a ho"
c. "Ben is a skinny ho"
Had a good talk with Quinn this morning (he cut his class & came to my 1st period). I have not seen him for over a week, and it sounds impossible, but we hung out today with J. HA HA. Boys. They love each other so much; they're inseperable. Hilarious what they talk about.
I love
Ogden Nash and
Charles Bukowski.
And, when you get those salad, did you ever look at the nutrient facts on the back of the salad dressing? It's not comforting.
Like how jared lost weight at Subway, he has to eat the sandwiches with NO mayo NO cheese and limited amount of this and that. Yeah, they didn't tell anyone that. We succumb to these advertisement for quick solutions when they do jack shit.
I'm so bitter today. And today was actually good.