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There are a lot of people in Versailles today.
I haven’t put a dime into the bank since I’ve start working at Bonzos, but It’s ok, because I’ve only been there for a month and a half which means that money situations are salvageable ( Read more... ) -
Welcome to the Rock Star diet.
The way I act and re-act to the perpetual bullshit in my relationships is evident that I’ve evolved immensely since I started dating. I mean, the absolute worst possible side of me is that submissive, subservient bitch who sacrifices entirely too much to make other people happy-- Or marginally satisfied.
And the real kick in the teeth is that half ( Read more... ) -
MEOW MEOW MEOW
I have an enormous collection of clothes sitting in my closet that I haven't touched since 2004 ( Read more... ) -
I hate your kids.
Babies are ugly, under-developed, pasty looking, barf bags that shit in their fucking underpants.
The only children I’ll ever sincerely produce an “AWWWW” or “OHHHH!” noise for are my own, and when they’re slightly more developed and less feeble I’m going to beat the living fuck out of them.
Babies are just untainted corpses just waiting to be ( Read more... ) -
Maybe now you'll know why I've been gone.
It’s been a ridiculously exhausting week. I haven’t even had time for a proper update.
Let me just start off by saying that John Bonzo (of Bonzo’s) is quite possibly the frightening man I’ve ever met in my life. He was violently chopping ice off of the pizza counter whilst was making this distorted face with his terrifying teeth and I kept feeling ( Read more... ) -
Was. Not. There.
Providing, deciding, it was soon there
Squared to it, faced to it, it was not there
It was not there
It was not there
Going to try to squeeze a nap in before Bonzo's.
Busy, Busy, Busy.
