If Jesus was a biscut, I wish he wouldn't have sopped up all my livejournal know-how
Back in 2004 when livejournal was cool,. I used to be able to do all these rad things with livejournal, like make cuts, and links, and I knew my html. I used to have this decked out livejournal because I knew how to use code in the change the look of your journal editing section. 8 years later, I've forgotten how to do anything cool. I guess that's what happens when you don't use a journal for a really long time. For the most part, since I had a livejournal the first time, I've found facebook good to do those random thought moments. It wasn't really a healthy spot to do that, so now I'm going from one unhealthy spot to another, with twitter, and livejournal, and myspace. It's going to take a while to actually get all this stuff up and running. I just wanted to get away from facebook. It was like the devil.
A lot has happened. I don't know where I left you.
I met my boyfriend, I wanted to leave my boyfriend. I stayed.
The boy I was in love with and should have been with told me he loved me. I told him I couldn't love him anymore.
I think I lied.
But this is my life now. Boring. I live in this town that is probobly where Lucifer was born. It's a hellmouth full of people who are average people, and they do average things, and today, I went off on my Boyfriend for how much I don't like his friends. If the roles were reversed I would have expected me to bite his head off. I don't like his friends. The one guy I can't understand. He mumbles and grunts. His girlfriend/partner is mildly judgemental and forced me to get a job that I didnt want. I just got tired of hearing her ask me about it. Their neighbor is a good bartender. I don't want to be one of those adults who's only social life is drinking. That's all his friends do. I want to be one of those classy adults who go to plays and museums. Or places like the zoo or science museum. I want to do things that don't involve a hangover.
Rob made a good point about how my friends should make an effort to hang out with me. They don't call me, and they could come here.
I want to run away, and live in a forest, with deer.
I should become a mountain man with a generator and a box full of porn.
So I got this new job. I was working for a porn store, and I actually thought I was good at it. I like selling toys and movies, but apparently I'm hostile, and I hated my coworkers enough to quit so I never had to see thier fugly mugs again, so now I work for a fast food place. My coworkers are nuts and I like them for the most part, but I wish they wouldn't be so clingy, like sometimes they tell me these stories and I just want to shake them and tell them that I don't care about their stupid life problems. There is one girl who is in high school and she's pregnant. I didn't care. I just wanted to tell her, "well, at least you have a chance to be on 16 and pregnant, get some money, owe the IRS, and get drunk, have some baby daddy drama, and get thrown in jail. All hail MTV" but I didnt. I think she should have an abortion. It would do the world a lot of good to have one less screaming heathen running around. Some bitch today in Walmart had a screaming kid, and I said loud enough for her to hear, "aparently all children need pacifiers". Seriously, ductape, pacifier, or some sleep aid or DONT BRING YOUR KID INTO THE STORE. I don't understand parents. While working this lady wasn't watching her kid, and her kid licked the side of the drinking fountain, and THEN licked the window, while she was talking to this dude. My best friend said that sometimes you have to let kids do that, OR sometimes you have to whomp them on their behind, and make them cry, and MAKE SURE you have a damn PACIFIER in your purse.
I don't understand parents as much as I don't understand former classmates. I've learned that high school sucks because you didn't really know who you were going to school with. I recently had a classmate of mine come out as gay, and I thought, fuck, what a wasted oipportunity to sleep with you. I kind of sent that in an email, and I got some texts back of his penis. It was a fair trade. I hate when I didn't know someone was gay. I was too busy chasing a guy who ended up turning out to be a pedo five years later. I did end up dating him briefly, but I didn't sleep with him. I always regreted not getting to his penis before that kid did.
This reminds me of my haircut a couple days ago. We were talking about how my boyfriend is 42, and I said, well as long as everything works like it's 20, I'm good, and she said that it was innappropriate. I thought that was rather tame for me. I didn't even say penis. I should find a hairdresser who can hear the word penis and not be phased. Mental note made.
A lot has happened. I don't know where I left you.
I met my boyfriend, I wanted to leave my boyfriend. I stayed.
The boy I was in love with and should have been with told me he loved me. I told him I couldn't love him anymore.
I think I lied.
But this is my life now. Boring. I live in this town that is probobly where Lucifer was born. It's a hellmouth full of people who are average people, and they do average things, and today, I went off on my Boyfriend for how much I don't like his friends. If the roles were reversed I would have expected me to bite his head off. I don't like his friends. The one guy I can't understand. He mumbles and grunts. His girlfriend/partner is mildly judgemental and forced me to get a job that I didnt want. I just got tired of hearing her ask me about it. Their neighbor is a good bartender. I don't want to be one of those adults who's only social life is drinking. That's all his friends do. I want to be one of those classy adults who go to plays and museums. Or places like the zoo or science museum. I want to do things that don't involve a hangover.
Rob made a good point about how my friends should make an effort to hang out with me. They don't call me, and they could come here.
I want to run away, and live in a forest, with deer.
I should become a mountain man with a generator and a box full of porn.
So I got this new job. I was working for a porn store, and I actually thought I was good at it. I like selling toys and movies, but apparently I'm hostile, and I hated my coworkers enough to quit so I never had to see thier fugly mugs again, so now I work for a fast food place. My coworkers are nuts and I like them for the most part, but I wish they wouldn't be so clingy, like sometimes they tell me these stories and I just want to shake them and tell them that I don't care about their stupid life problems. There is one girl who is in high school and she's pregnant. I didn't care. I just wanted to tell her, "well, at least you have a chance to be on 16 and pregnant, get some money, owe the IRS, and get drunk, have some baby daddy drama, and get thrown in jail. All hail MTV" but I didnt. I think she should have an abortion. It would do the world a lot of good to have one less screaming heathen running around. Some bitch today in Walmart had a screaming kid, and I said loud enough for her to hear, "aparently all children need pacifiers". Seriously, ductape, pacifier, or some sleep aid or DONT BRING YOUR KID INTO THE STORE. I don't understand parents. While working this lady wasn't watching her kid, and her kid licked the side of the drinking fountain, and THEN licked the window, while she was talking to this dude. My best friend said that sometimes you have to let kids do that, OR sometimes you have to whomp them on their behind, and make them cry, and MAKE SURE you have a damn PACIFIER in your purse.
I don't understand parents as much as I don't understand former classmates. I've learned that high school sucks because you didn't really know who you were going to school with. I recently had a classmate of mine come out as gay, and I thought, fuck, what a wasted oipportunity to sleep with you. I kind of sent that in an email, and I got some texts back of his penis. It was a fair trade. I hate when I didn't know someone was gay. I was too busy chasing a guy who ended up turning out to be a pedo five years later. I did end up dating him briefly, but I didn't sleep with him. I always regreted not getting to his penis before that kid did.
This reminds me of my haircut a couple days ago. We were talking about how my boyfriend is 42, and I said, well as long as everything works like it's 20, I'm good, and she said that it was innappropriate. I thought that was rather tame for me. I didn't even say penis. I should find a hairdresser who can hear the word penis and not be phased. Mental note made.