Emotional Trainwreck
So what is there to write?
Um Fashion Show can suck my high maintenance cock. no offense. But honestly it's turning out to be retardedly difficult ( and i can say this because i'm completly and totally untalented when it comes to shit like this) and everyone is being so serious and i understand that people want it to turn out good but at the same time....it's for aftergrad, not versace.
Um...boys...arg. I hate boys. Thats a lie. BUt honestly. Where is my boy? WHy can't i have one...a good one? BUt i'm already on strike 2, one more strike and i'm becoming a lesbian. A saskatchewan lesbian, theres a thought. For some reason i have this thought that boys will make everything better and i know that they wont and i'm kicking myself for sounding so girly. It would just be nice to have someone to call and bitch to and then have them tell me that i'm being ridonkulous. And then make it better somehow because in my imaginary world where i live boys can do that. When in reality they just go to banff with their ex's. damnable ken-doll.
i wish i could write. writing usually makes everything better and yet ( of course ) i have writers block, which NEVER happens to me. And now i'm just pouty.
Ugh, i hate bad days so much. And i've decided i hate being friends with people who are cooler, better-looking and more talented than me. i mena seriously....K-la who is Captain Math in her spare time and whos hips are not attached to the rest of her body, so while i appreciate her trying to teach me how to dance, she just makes me look like an arse. And karla whos gorgeous and happy with Princess J.La (Intergalactic Warrior!!!!) and then theres me. erg.
fuck this i'm done.
Um Fashion Show can suck my high maintenance cock. no offense. But honestly it's turning out to be retardedly difficult ( and i can say this because i'm completly and totally untalented when it comes to shit like this) and everyone is being so serious and i understand that people want it to turn out good but at the same time....it's for aftergrad, not versace.
Um...boys...arg. I hate boys. Thats a lie. BUt honestly. Where is my boy? WHy can't i have one...a good one? BUt i'm already on strike 2, one more strike and i'm becoming a lesbian. A saskatchewan lesbian, theres a thought. For some reason i have this thought that boys will make everything better and i know that they wont and i'm kicking myself for sounding so girly. It would just be nice to have someone to call and bitch to and then have them tell me that i'm being ridonkulous. And then make it better somehow because in my imaginary world where i live boys can do that. When in reality they just go to banff with their ex's. damnable ken-doll.
i wish i could write. writing usually makes everything better and yet ( of course ) i have writers block, which NEVER happens to me. And now i'm just pouty.
Ugh, i hate bad days so much. And i've decided i hate being friends with people who are cooler, better-looking and more talented than me. i mena seriously....K-la who is Captain Math in her spare time and whos hips are not attached to the rest of her body, so while i appreciate her trying to teach me how to dance, she just makes me look like an arse. And karla whos gorgeous and happy with Princess J.La (Intergalactic Warrior!!!!) and then theres me. erg.
fuck this i'm done.