i have a message for all those who think they can etch his words inside my brain
(edit: this is part of an internal monolouge -can i spell?- so just chill out and accept it)
when did everyone get so god damn nuts? how come i'm human and the person sitting next to me is so unlike me, but he's human too? damn.
speaking of: i have a feeling i'm being semi-stalked or somthing. in the words of mrs. lynch-> "someone's sending me some of their negative energy".
i think i need to get out more. i'm planning to kidnap everyone who's name starts with an M or a T or a C and ends with a -ONI, -EGAN, -ERRI, -ASSIE and make them have some fun. with me.
i wish i could say i was talking my last english exam/test ever. but if i did, i would be lying. i'm still in high school. ew. i am. why? i'm supposed to be done.
i'm in the middle of a part of my life i like to call "poor kt". i hate to say it, but, i've streched out library money to it's limit. i wasnt paid when i was working at crimson gallery. i dont know what i'm going to do, but i know what i'm NOT doing. when i reach a point in my life where i'm looking for a job as a bus driver, i will shoot myself. and when i reach a similar point in my life where i'm applying to anything that ends in a -mart, i'm going to whore myself out.
"just cause a lady like to dress up fancy and stand on the corner with the prostitutes doesnt mean she's hooking!"
i like dumb movies.
i've realized that me and annie and johnny k and alex and even my mom are turning into megan. i say things megan says everyday. "sorry, i dont talk to ugly people..."
"that's one more thing that makes me better than you..."
"that's because your white..."
"that's because your ugly..."
"so...how's being white?"
"honey, you have some ugly...all over your face!"
one of these day's i'm going to start making big-girl decisions.
damn.
it feels good to be a gangsta.
when did everyone get so god damn nuts? how come i'm human and the person sitting next to me is so unlike me, but he's human too? damn.
speaking of: i have a feeling i'm being semi-stalked or somthing. in the words of mrs. lynch-> "someone's sending me some of their negative energy".
i think i need to get out more. i'm planning to kidnap everyone who's name starts with an M or a T or a C and ends with a -ONI, -EGAN, -ERRI, -ASSIE and make them have some fun. with me.
i wish i could say i was talking my last english exam/test ever. but if i did, i would be lying. i'm still in high school. ew. i am. why? i'm supposed to be done.
i'm in the middle of a part of my life i like to call "poor kt". i hate to say it, but, i've streched out library money to it's limit. i wasnt paid when i was working at crimson gallery. i dont know what i'm going to do, but i know what i'm NOT doing. when i reach a point in my life where i'm looking for a job as a bus driver, i will shoot myself. and when i reach a similar point in my life where i'm applying to anything that ends in a -mart, i'm going to whore myself out.
"just cause a lady like to dress up fancy and stand on the corner with the prostitutes doesnt mean she's hooking!"
i like dumb movies.
i've realized that me and annie and johnny k and alex and even my mom are turning into megan. i say things megan says everyday. "sorry, i dont talk to ugly people..."
"that's one more thing that makes me better than you..."
"that's because your white..."
"that's because your ugly..."
"so...how's being white?"
"honey, you have some ugly...all over your face!"
one of these day's i'm going to start making big-girl decisions.
damn.
it feels good to be a gangsta.