Little Spiked Things
People whose names start with "J" make me fall apart...Which I am usually good at not doing...The spiked thing makes me break apart, and gives hateful vibes that hurt my heart. I don't know why the spiked thing hates me. And for some reason I can't handle his hate, when usually I don't really care if someone hates...oh well...
On other notes I think I should be banned from going out. Ever. Either I become bad Shannon and have to get stepped over by jimmy chamberlin, while getting looks of distaste. Or I make out with strangers in seedy hollywood parking lots while poor friends need to be home. And that wasn't even bad shannon. I suck. Now my friends have material to make fun of me with for the next 20 years, as if they didn't already.
I miss the days of innocent crushes, on guys in red sweat pants that would bring nosespray barefoot to catherine's mom. Barefoot Mike. I like how me and cat have nicknames for everyone. I still wonder about barefoot mike from time to time. He was one of the few good nice tender hearted ones. And one of the even fewer nice ones that actually were nice to me and didn't hate me and send army men of hate out to me. (Unlike spiked J People). He had like the same girlfriend from the time he was 12 to current though.
I think I should give up on tender souls. For some reason I repel kind hearts and tender souls. They hate me.
I need to dye my hair. Badly. Roots show. Its not pretty. But then neither am I. (I was just kidding Cathrun, so you don't have to yell at me for it dear friend :) )
On other notes I think I should be banned from going out. Ever. Either I become bad Shannon and have to get stepped over by jimmy chamberlin, while getting looks of distaste. Or I make out with strangers in seedy hollywood parking lots while poor friends need to be home. And that wasn't even bad shannon. I suck. Now my friends have material to make fun of me with for the next 20 years, as if they didn't already.
I miss the days of innocent crushes, on guys in red sweat pants that would bring nosespray barefoot to catherine's mom. Barefoot Mike. I like how me and cat have nicknames for everyone. I still wonder about barefoot mike from time to time. He was one of the few good nice tender hearted ones. And one of the even fewer nice ones that actually were nice to me and didn't hate me and send army men of hate out to me. (Unlike spiked J People). He had like the same girlfriend from the time he was 12 to current though.
I think I should give up on tender souls. For some reason I repel kind hearts and tender souls. They hate me.
I need to dye my hair. Badly. Roots show. Its not pretty. But then neither am I. (I was just kidding Cathrun, so you don't have to yell at me for it dear friend :) )