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Last time I checked this livejournal shit was for people to write what they want.
I also believe I put in a disclaimer at the beginning of my last entry so you were just looking for a fight when you read on.
The most important thing in the world to me (and always has been) is to be myself and not give a shit about the idiots around me and what they think.
There is so much wrong about so much shit that all of you decided to throw at me that I won't even waste my time addressing it all. Since everyone seems to think it's about them should I be specific? I guess so. I didn't say anything about Kevin, and nothing about Will. I didn't say anything about Kevin, even though after Kevin left to go to the store everyone else that he's sticking up for DID.
If you don't like what you read, then don't read it. I personally don't read anyone's journals, and really haven't since I started this thing. If you're reading just to rag on people, you're more fucked than I am.
I respect myself because I don't rely on friends for everything. And whenever I've had friends they've fucked me over.
And now I've become a whore because I actually spoke my mind for once in my goddamned life. Nice, Mike, calling me a whore. It's the pot calling the fucking kettle black. And the kind of music you listen to shouldn't define your whole fucking persona. The only reason I started listening to punk and all that goes with it after I (unfortunately) started dating you was because you introduced me to it. I'm sure you had someone introduce YOU to punk in the beginning too. Everyone does. I've always sewed and knitted, and I had no idea that that was a fake thing to do? I thought people bought their clothes...? I don't even know of anyone else who makes their clothes...? That point was just, well, pointless, Mike. I would have expected better from you. You know, cattier.
Of course I should have expected all of you cretins to overreact and get all defensive. You have to flex your muscles somewhere.
And those are the last words I'll waste on any of you.
Yesterday was nice, Eric finally had a day off and we went out and rented a ton of movies. Then we ended up hanging out with Ben and Dave for a while, then we came home and watched movies and.... stuff. Eric is so freaking perfect sometimes I can't even stand it. He has the best proportions.
School was delayed today but I wasn't going to go anyway so whatever.
I finally made my decision about schooling and my future and what not. I'm working this summer (hopefully not at Old Navy) and then I'm going to Pierre's beauty school in Portland. I'll live there with Sommer and try to find a job. Should be fun.
Dave, I'm so with you on the whole need to get out of this town thing. It's been old for a long time.
My tattoo hurts and has been oozing. It's really gross when it oozes, because it's solid black so the ooze is like brownish reddish grossness. Other than that it's great and has somehow transformed me into a sexy bitch.
I also believe I put in a disclaimer at the beginning of my last entry so you were just looking for a fight when you read on.
The most important thing in the world to me (and always has been) is to be myself and not give a shit about the idiots around me and what they think.
There is so much wrong about so much shit that all of you decided to throw at me that I won't even waste my time addressing it all. Since everyone seems to think it's about them should I be specific? I guess so. I didn't say anything about Kevin, and nothing about Will. I didn't say anything about Kevin, even though after Kevin left to go to the store everyone else that he's sticking up for DID.
If you don't like what you read, then don't read it. I personally don't read anyone's journals, and really haven't since I started this thing. If you're reading just to rag on people, you're more fucked than I am.
I respect myself because I don't rely on friends for everything. And whenever I've had friends they've fucked me over.
And now I've become a whore because I actually spoke my mind for once in my goddamned life. Nice, Mike, calling me a whore. It's the pot calling the fucking kettle black. And the kind of music you listen to shouldn't define your whole fucking persona. The only reason I started listening to punk and all that goes with it after I (unfortunately) started dating you was because you introduced me to it. I'm sure you had someone introduce YOU to punk in the beginning too. Everyone does. I've always sewed and knitted, and I had no idea that that was a fake thing to do? I thought people bought their clothes...? I don't even know of anyone else who makes their clothes...? That point was just, well, pointless, Mike. I would have expected better from you. You know, cattier.
Of course I should have expected all of you cretins to overreact and get all defensive. You have to flex your muscles somewhere.
And those are the last words I'll waste on any of you.
Yesterday was nice, Eric finally had a day off and we went out and rented a ton of movies. Then we ended up hanging out with Ben and Dave for a while, then we came home and watched movies and.... stuff. Eric is so freaking perfect sometimes I can't even stand it. He has the best proportions.
School was delayed today but I wasn't going to go anyway so whatever.
I finally made my decision about schooling and my future and what not. I'm working this summer (hopefully not at Old Navy) and then I'm going to Pierre's beauty school in Portland. I'll live there with Sommer and try to find a job. Should be fun.
Dave, I'm so with you on the whole need to get out of this town thing. It's been old for a long time.
My tattoo hurts and has been oozing. It's really gross when it oozes, because it's solid black so the ooze is like brownish reddish grossness. Other than that it's great and has somehow transformed me into a sexy bitch.