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So, I realize I REALLY need to quit smoking. No more broken promises to my boyfriend, no more "this is my last pack, no really", I REALLY HAVE to quit. I start coughing up some ugly brown substance the other day at work, (I hadn't had one in about 18 hours or so), and all I can think of is how I need to replace that ugly, brown substance with another cigarette. It's too expensive anyways. Not that that isn't a total cop out reason to quit. Not that I care. PS. Thank you Liz, for giving me your pack. I'll take that cancer off your hands. Maybe Lucifer will take mine, too. (I have been watching Constantine, can you tell?)
So, I applied to the goth elite community (duh duh DUH!!). Yes, I swore I would never join an application community. When you are up at 4:3o in the morning and there is nothing else to do, you tell me you don't break the rules. I could get a straight edge to smoke a joint with me at that hour.
I have this strange obssession with the dirt underneath my fingernails. It bothers me so much, I usually wear nail polish just to cover it so I don't have to stare at it. It seems like no matter how much you remove that dirt, it's always there. God damn those prissy girls and their 'manicures', damn them and their society-imposed hygiene standards. That's what got me started on tweezing eyebrows, which later became any erroneous facial hair. It's not a hygiene practice anymore, it's a full-fledged obssession.
I have this lovely cake I bought my boyfriend for his birthday sitting, less than half-eaten, in my 'fridge. I told him to take the cake when he leaves, I don't want it in there. It reminded me of a Jeanene Garrofalo (sp?) skit I saw in which she made the "cake" out to be this evil monster of certain death. Seeing as I am on a diet, I sympathize. I didn't even have a piece, I was being so good, and then he leaves it. Black Forest. One of my favorite cakes. So, I offer it to Dax. Figuring, he could stand to gain a few pounds. (I WILL watch that boy fall from grace with his eating habits, I WILL- damn him) And even he doesn't want it. I figure, Tommy is thin enough, why are you going to put the weight on me? Damn you!! (I know you are reading this!!)
Well, I am off to try to get this place clean, bless me in trying to get Delsin to help,
~Shayna
So, I applied to the goth elite community (duh duh DUH!!). Yes, I swore I would never join an application community. When you are up at 4:3o in the morning and there is nothing else to do, you tell me you don't break the rules. I could get a straight edge to smoke a joint with me at that hour.
I have this strange obssession with the dirt underneath my fingernails. It bothers me so much, I usually wear nail polish just to cover it so I don't have to stare at it. It seems like no matter how much you remove that dirt, it's always there. God damn those prissy girls and their 'manicures', damn them and their society-imposed hygiene standards. That's what got me started on tweezing eyebrows, which later became any erroneous facial hair. It's not a hygiene practice anymore, it's a full-fledged obssession.
I have this lovely cake I bought my boyfriend for his birthday sitting, less than half-eaten, in my 'fridge. I told him to take the cake when he leaves, I don't want it in there. It reminded me of a Jeanene Garrofalo (sp?) skit I saw in which she made the "cake" out to be this evil monster of certain death. Seeing as I am on a diet, I sympathize. I didn't even have a piece, I was being so good, and then he leaves it. Black Forest. One of my favorite cakes. So, I offer it to Dax. Figuring, he could stand to gain a few pounds. (I WILL watch that boy fall from grace with his eating habits, I WILL- damn him) And even he doesn't want it. I figure, Tommy is thin enough, why are you going to put the weight on me? Damn you!! (I know you are reading this!!)
Well, I am off to try to get this place clean, bless me in trying to get Delsin to help,
~Shayna