Home

Advertisement

Customize
About this Journal
Current Month
 12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031
May. 3rd, 2007 @ 08:56 pm It's been a long time.
Life is ok. I never finished school, I'm still sort of thinking about it, maybe one day it will get done.

I'm scraping by, doing ok overall, I think many of us are in the same boat, I saw a movie about it, it hit an iceberg, you get the idea, heh.

There is hope and light. Aidan I never see enough, I need to see him more. He makes me smile, he fills me with love, he makes me remember. He has the best mom, the best grandma, and sometimes a good version of me.

Overall, time has not been my friend. I mean, in all realities, I could be a better person, but I lack the energy anymore to do that. I'm sure we've all been there time and again, but I really need to make some changes. Being poor is not the greatest thing in the world, but at some point I'm sure I will have found my calling. I'm only 28, it's not like my life is over. Sometimes it feels like it has hardly even begun.

I need to let go of shit, you know, the things and people who hold you down, me mostly, I'm my own worst enemy. So here goes. This is probably my last time posting here, I haven't needed to, I don't need to, I'm past that point in my life.

Jolene, if you ever read this, please e-mail me! Or let me know your e-mail, whatever, I'd love to see you again.

To the person who wrote "I know that we can never be friends again - especially with what was said, and terribly misconstrued. But, one day, if we pass on the street - and you look back to see if I am doing the same - I will look back and smile. And know that I tried."

I will not look back, I stopped looking back when I realized there was nothing to look back to. You are what you are, I am what I am. So if that moment ever comes, do me a favour and don't look back. It'll make it easier to smack you upside the head, you won't be able to duck.

Anyhow, that'st it for me posting on here, cheers.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Nov. 30th, 2006 @ 08:03 pm An open letter to Karen
First off, let me say, banning me from posting a response, is hot. So let me respond this way. Read at your own risk.

Initially, I was not going to post anything, then I did, then I removed it, now I'm posting here to address this, because honestly, I need to.

I will simply tell a story, of a boy and a girl who were friends. One night, a few years ago, she called him, crying, sad, in need. That night, he met her, no questions asked, and did what he could to help her be ok. That night, she told him she would be there for him always, just like she said he was that night.

Flash forward, a few years have now past, while not often talking, they kept in touch. Then the girl met a boy, and slowly but surely disappeared. Her friend, he tried to keep in touch, he would call and leave messages, but alas, no calls returned. The boy suffered, his mother was so sick, he would watch her barf up blood, she'd fall and hit her head, and he'd have to take care of her for 3 years, and nobody called to see if he was ok. When he would call, nobody answered. For 3 years, he was alone.

Then one day, many years later, the girl and her new boy break up. Suddenly, the girl calls this old friend, the boy, and what did she expect?

Let me tell you Karen, I'm broken, I have been for a very long time, and the last thing I needed from you or anyone, was I'm sorry. I'm sorry is not good enough, it's not trying, it was too late. I don't hate you, I don't even like you to hate you. I knew you, and I know you. Undoubtedly you are an amazing person with those whom you still love, and whom you take the time to keep in touch with. But I was not one of them, and thinking of me? Touching, but I was alone, everyday Karen. Everyday, watching my mother get sicker, and sicker.

Whether you push someone off a cliff, or just watch them jump, makes no difference. Friends make sure friends, never get to that cliff. I was there for you, that night Karen. I was there, when you called.

Where were you? Tell me, kind thoughts, well wishing aside, where were you? I called Karen, many times, slowly stopping because I could never get a hold of you. I tried Karen, you, you lied. That is your legacy with me. I don't hate you for it, but you need to know, you helped to break me. Because I loved you, like I have loved so many, and now I cry when I think of all of it, because I was there that night, and you never were.

I will not look back if I see you on the street, because I don't even know you. Maybe I never did.
About this Entry
Kelly
2 comments
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Aug. 30th, 2006 @ 09:52 pm My last post
Oh well, read on if you want to.


This is my last post on LJ, cause really, it's not anything to me anymore, and I never use it anyhow.

When I was little, I was different, I grew up being tormented and teased everyday, I never really knew what real friends where, except for 2 or 3 people who I was close with for a long time, but never really saw often enough.

Anyhow, I'm looking back on my life now, and wondering what happened and why, or how, or whatever. Sometimes I'm mean, sometimes I'm judgemental, I'm hot headed and I'm very prone to being mean when I want to be. Through it all though, I'm still me. I'm still some kid who was always teased, I'm still kid with few friends, and little of a life, due to an inability to overcome crap that affects me negatively. I spend most my time alone, thinking about how to improve my life, and doing nothing about it.

I'm tired now of always being wrong, of always having to be the one to say "i'm sorry". I'm not sorry anymore, I'm sad. I'm sad that things have gotten to where they are.

I'm sad that this one friend, never said to me "you know, I'm sorry, I should have called, but I didn't". Instead, she blamed me for not trying hard enough. I'm sad, that she couldn't just see how she hurt me, and broke me, and left me. I'm sad that I'm always the one that has to be strong and move on, I want to be weak for 2 seconds, to cry and tell people the truth. You hurt me, you could have just called, and you didn't. You could have just said sorry when I told you that it hurt, but you didn't. And I'm not sorry, I'm sad.

I'm sad that other people have chosen to pretend my mom is not sick, and that they don't care or don't know how to care. I'm sad because for years all I saw was her sick, and nobody cared to call me because they were fucking some boy or busy in their own misery. I'm sad that when I called I never told people the truth, that she was sick and I was tired and emotionally beaten. I'm sad that I needed them and couldn't tell them.

I'm now sad that I just can't fix my life, and they won't just tell me they are sorry or whatever, I'm sad that I'm the one that is always wrong, and that nobody is ever really right.

My life is not that bad, I just it make it that way.
About this Entry
Kelly
3 comments
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Jul. 30th, 2006 @ 01:32 pm (no subject)
Last night I had a few drinks with Jess, Russ, Arthur and Sarah, who was in from Ottawa for baseball, and also celebrating her b-day.

We hit a local pub by my place, which was less then spectacular, but that had great pita and hummus (Spelling?). Anyhow, it was an uneventful night, and I came home and passed out (5 beers, and I was toast.)

I also talked to Jessica a bit about some stuff going on in my life, and I'm just not sure where I stand anymore with anyone. It's one thing for people who I call friends to bad talk me, but when my family does it, I have to draw a line. Regardless of whether or not conversations took place with the intention of being harmful, the fact is, they were harmful. Now I need to find time to find myself, and deal with things that need to be dealt with. I have not spoken to my family in a very long time, and I miss Aidan very much because life alone, while great in some regards, is still very much alone. I find myself thinking about him all the time, hoping he is well, but cannot bring myself to call yet.

On the other side, they have not called either, minus to tell me mail arrived. So I, looking like the bad one as always, am left out in the dark of everything. I didn't know Mandy was pregnant, let alone with twins, supposedly my sister may be sick? I got the impression anyhow, and neither of them wants to break their silence, it's like it's all my fault, and that's that.

I'm tired now, and emotionally spent. All I have left now is anger and frustration, and this overwhelming sense of emptiness.

For friends to do what they do is one thing, but for this to be happening with my family...

It's troubling. Oh well, in time, I guess.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Jul. 8th, 2006 @ 12:10 am Been awhile
Life is good. The new job is really going well now, it was touch and go for the last week or two because of some mistakes, but yeah, much better now.

Otherwise nothing is really new to be honest. I went to Ottawa for Canada day with Jess, Russ and Arthur, and we hooked up with some of Jess's friends, and it was great. Ottawa was a blast, got drunk, too much so, but it was worth it. I would do again for sure.

I need to visit my Jo, I have not seen her in a bit, and I'd like to go say hi, I just need to find the time (and energy). To be honest, I'm lazy. I don't do anything excercise wise, and that's bothering me, but eh, whatcha gonna do.

My family and I are just not talking. Lots of stuff has happened there, what can I say, I hate living at home, so I am moving out, and I doubt that I will speak to them anytime soon, because I'm pretty pissed off for no reason at all evidently. I'm just a bad person perhaps, but oh well. I'm over it.

Back to downloading music and then some sleep. Even when I sleep a 7 or 8 hour sleep, I still feel exhausted, I think I'm getting old, who knows. Maybe I just need to move and not spend 3 hours a day on TTC, cause uh yeah, smelly people suck. Nuff said on that.
About this Entry
Miss America
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Mar. 28th, 2006 @ 07:25 pm Tin men
Well, yeah.

Long time no update, I guess I grew bored of it, or whatever, I dunno. So here goes. I have an interview tomorrow for BMO, and the perks are a plenty, and nice, and the hours are great, and I get to wear a suit and tie, and yeah. Maybe I will start a career, or at least make more money.

Work is work, I really like it, and I hate it. I love my manager, she's wicked, I like knowing how to do, what I do, but I need more $$$ for the things I want to do, like travel a bit, pay off my student loan (wee) and maybe have time to date and stuff, who knows.

I saw Jo, at the Bucks, and yeah, it was great. I miss her a lot, but I am glad I have moved on from the bucks, because yeah, it just wasn't me.

I have not embarassed myself with customers in sometime, and one hit on me, and he was pretty attractive, but did not pass me his number (and I will not take it from the POS, lawsuit anyone?), so yeah, we'll see what happens, he bounced a cheque, so I guess not much, he's probably embarassed, but I wish I could say how many people bounce cheque's, it's crazy, nothing to worry about, but oh well.

I'm in a haze with school, I dropped my classes this term, I couldn't focus, I hated my prof's, and the students suck, so yeah. I think I may do college, get a diploma, and maybe find a stable job in a career like place, I want to finish social work though, cause I'm only 2 years away, so...we'll see. I hate being so jaded, I need a change. So a change, I will do.

I'm going to make some changes, I want too, anyhow, I need motivation, I need, importantly, to motivate. I have begun writing a book, ha (I can hear you laughing) about me, not for publication, but for me. It is sort of like this, but more personal, more insightful and reflective. I'm trying to map out my life, so I can figure out why I am, how I am. So insecure, indecisive, unable to follow through with things. I want to be me, without the hang-ups. I am confident in-so-much as I am not. I want to feel like people see me, which I'm sure they do, but in a more full light, and not think I'm bitter, but know that I'm complicated, but so simple. I dunno, whatever. I want something out of it, and I'm getting it.

I have not seen my beau in like, 3 or 4 weeks, I missed him at work, cause I worked early that day, so what are you going to do? Last time he was in, I was in OFF mode, I was so pissed with someone who called me a faggot, and I'm sure it came out that night, and I felt bad, cause like, the way he asked me something was sort of in the direction of, "Bad day" and I was just like, not responsive, and not smiling, and not me. So, whatcha gonna do. Heh.

I need time for me, I want to get away, to vacation somewhere nice, I need someone(s) to go with, Jess and Russ wanna rent a cottage, that could be cool, and fun, and relaxing (yes), so we'll see.

Anyhow, I rambled enough, I'm out for now.
About this Entry
Fuck The Pain Away
2 comments
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 25th, 2006 @ 02:03 am I hate lack of sleep
Current Music: RainDrops, Stunt
Unable to sleep for some reason, I can't figure out why.

I suddenly feel like I should be sorry, but I don't know why or to who? I wish I was a better person all of a sudden, I wish I was the person I was before all the shit started last year.

Granted, I'm not a bad person, but I just have noticeably less patience for people, and I hate it, I really do. I used to be so good with people, I was honest, and funny and smiled a lot, people used to tell me I had a great smile. On the plus side, people like my new glasses, and so do I. Next week I have a job interview with the city maybe, hopefully, cross my fingers. I am going to tell them I gay in the interview should I get it, that way, I can sue if I do not, or threaten to sue, and get the job, win-win. Work that shit, bitches, work that shit. Ok, bye-bye, again, for the last time tonight, I hope.
About this Entry
Fuck The Pain Away
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 25th, 2006 @ 12:51 am Lessons in Humility
Current Music: Still Not Sorry, Mynt
Today was a very eventful day.

It started with a 20 minute bike ride in our gym, followed by a phone call with Nora at school, who is looking into my whole situation with social work, which left me really upset, but whatever. I only hate getting upset like that, because it gives me a really serious headache.

I got to work early because I had a feeling I should, and sure enough, I'm glad I did, it was quite busy. It stayed busy until like, 8:30, and I had to cash some 2000 dollar cheque from the Gov't of Canada for a new customer, and people were waiting in line, and HE was one of them. He will not be named because HE knows how to use google! fuck! Why am I so dumb? Oh well, whatever.

He was waiting and asked something like "Is anyone else working?" and I was just like "no (boy) it's just me" and he said something like "oh boy" and that was that. I was done with the woman I was helping, and hurried over to him.
He apologized for something, I'm not sure why? I think I come across as bitchy all the time, and people think I am pissed off, but I am not, I am just getting over my nasty drug habit and dealing with stupid people who I see daily doing cash advances who I want to SMACK over the head with a stapler or other heavy object and tell them to go get credit counselling, but whatever. I must endeavour to be more courteous like I was back in the day, new plan of action.

Anyhow, I help him and he aks me MY name, and I was flustered because suddenly something was VERY amiss. Ha, intuition 1, stupid homo, 0. So then I tell him Greg, and he is like "Do you have a blog?" and I fluster more, stumble, stumble, over count his cash! I nearly gave him an extra like, 180 bucks? Anyhow, I was like "That's a peculiar question mister (boy) why do you ask?" and anyhow, yeah, he read what I wrote in my previous entry! Oh my god, I nearly died!

In a very less dramatic kind of way, how humbling! Anyhow, yeah, ha, stupid google, I hate you. I told my manager the lowdown on what transpired, and she, of course, laughed her ass off at me, as only she would. Tragic. Then he left, he did tell me that it could have been worse? HOW! I could have died, the end. Ugh, it was hilarious, I am glad I have no sense of shame, or else I would have to flush my dignity down the toilet, where it belongs.

Then today I also spoke with the collection agency dealing with a friends account, and they were like "Are you going to make his payment again?" Umm, no. So yeah, they told me to tell him to call, but I do not want to talk to him, I think he is back with her, and if he is, then that is that. I am unsure what to think anymore about this entire situation, so I think it is best I just cut things off entirely. I need to stick with people like Jess and Russ, who at least have boundaries and define them pretty clearly "Greg, you may not sleep with my boyfriend". Boundary defined, I love it.

I also started reading "The History of Love" by Joanne Krauss? Something like that, and it's great. I love it, I can't put it down, but to write this amusing little entry. Now back to the book I go.

As an aside, why Is J.P.Burchell not appearing in a google search? I really want that one to appear, not something about Scott Merritt! Although that was kind of win/win, it's not like he ran off after he put the pieces together? Whatever, good night!
About this Entry
Miss America
2 comments
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 21st, 2006 @ 08:06 pm Why brokeback mountain Sucks Ass.
Only read this if you don't mind hearing my own thoughts on the Brokeback Mountain phenomenon that is sweeping the movie community by storm. It isn't pretty, we shall say that.

( Read more... )
About this Entry
Miss America
2 comments
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 14th, 2006 @ 11:23 pm Scott Merritt; Who knew I'd meet him?
Life is like that. I have helped this guy at work a few times, he's really hot, and very quiet and shy, I guess? Anyhow, he seemed so familiar, then I was like, putting together the pieces this evening, and boom, it hit me. He was in Playgirl sometime ago when I used to collect it, and yeah.

So now he's out and stuff, and there was this article on him, and I was like, wow. It's neat in a way how small the world really is, and the guy, believe you me, is so hot. I want so want to spank him, or at least say hi. hahaha.

Anyhow, now I wish I had my old issues so I could masturbate with delightful dreams, but I will have to settle for porn, poor me. Anyhow, yeah, that's all for now. I wish I was beautiful in context, but I will have to settle with what I have, and be grateful, I suppose.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 13th, 2006 @ 09:11 pm (no subject)
I applied for another job today, go me. The other one, well, whatever. Stupid BMO. It was sort of half-disappointing, but not really, because it was really unprofessional on their end.

I need to finish this assignment, and then, yeah, reading week next week, yay reading week.

I want to start living more healthy, and I need to see a doctor re: my phlegm build-up, and what not. It sucks.

Otherwise, yeah, I think life is good. Just tired, mostly, and in need of perhaps, company of another for the valentines day, just to feel like I fit in, you know? I need be touched dirty like, while someone tells me I'm pretty and offers me candy.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 11th, 2006 @ 02:18 am Too late to post
I am working tomorrow, so I decided to stay in tonight, and do nothing, literally. Until we talked via MSN and decided to have a drink or two. So we chatted, and caught up on stuff, and laughed about stuff, and smiled, and life was good.

I realize now that money can never place a value on a friendship born of such love for another person. The world tonight was better for it, for me at least. It's sometimes difficult to look at myself and realize how little value I hold in the eyes of those who determine so much, but I give value to those who give me value, and tonight, the one I gave value, returned it in kind.

It's a shame that in this world we are so scared to love, for fear of being hurt. But our capacity to forgive, is what really reminds us what it means to love. For love is not always good, or kind, or fair, but it is. And in that, we can find it in our hearts to forgive the one or ones, who have done us wrong. It does not mean we forget, but it reminds us, of why we do what we do, when we do it.

Enough retrospect though, I need some sleep, for the 7th day straight of work. Joy.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 8th, 2006 @ 10:17 am I hate mornings
Oh, waking up is such a pain. Today was supposed to be my day off, but instead I now get Saturday off, and work today, and help to train the new girl. Yay.

That's all, I gotta get going.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 6th, 2006 @ 11:11 pm Why do I post?
I'm not sure why sometimes, I feel like posting, and others I do not.

Shawn, I got your text message, but I did not reply. Oopsie, I was at work/school all day, and am now home enjoying homemade chicken soup, sorry, I will call tomorrow.

Tomorrow I do have plans at night, possibly, to see Angie. I will have to call her to confirm when I am done class. I hate snow, so this may prove a futile exercise in seeing each other. Hm.

Otherwise, I have an interview either Wednesday or Monday for BMO Financial Services Manager, 30k a year with bonus, should certain conditions be met, I will discuss these conditions, find out who I need to provide blow-jobs to, in order to secure my job, and voila, new me.

School is boring, that is all I can say. Some kid in my class was like "Um, excuse me, but there was no Governor-General in Canada back when nobody cared, and, further, there is no - in Governor General" to which John, who is super hot and I would love to see naked (sidebar) replied "Aren't you nitpicking?" and I smiled to myself and thought "I want him to fuck me", because I was no longer interested in the conversation at hand. After that, I continued to stare at John until he saw me staring, and so I stopped staring long enough to have an excuse to...start staring again. So I did, and then we had break, and I left because I hate snow, and I was NOT travelling in 5 feet of snow (or 5 centimetres, but saying 5 feet makes it sound more imperative that I leave then, so yes, it was 5 feet.)

Oh well, nighty-night.
About this Entry
Fuck The Pain Away
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 5th, 2006 @ 08:06 pm Reiner
Well, the day was uneventful, I got a good bit of reading done, and worked away the day playing solitaire, and yeah, that was about it.

Right when I was getting ready to close, he arrived.

He is about 6'1, 23, with dark brown hair and gray eyes. He has a thick german accent, a charming smile, and of course, he has my attention.

His name is Reiner, and he's cute nice. Tonight, I looked nice in black he told me, and with that, our conversation delved into doing taxes, and what he needed, as well as two items that he cashed that bounced, that I'm sure we will make arrangements for payment on.

Anyhow, that is that.

I had a dream last night that I saw Jolene at work, and so I think that means, go visit her, so I will.

Shawn needs to pick up his phone and call me, bitch. Ok, bye.
About this Entry
Kelly
1 comment
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 4th, 2006 @ 06:02 pm Oof
Drinking is just not as much fun as it used to be.

I remember the days when I was young and carefree, and would drink with friends and life was great.

Last night, I was out for a bit, got drunk, and had a few nasty words with some guy who was bothering my friend Jess. I was unimpressed with him, and in my drunkenness, I nearly wanted to hit him (But did not).

Anyhow, I feel like shat today and I hate it. Thank god for liquid Advil, and for Shawn for showing it to me.

Go liquid advil, go.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Feb. 3rd, 2006 @ 10:44 am Horizons
So yesterday I had a phone interview with BMO for a job, and it went really well. The job would be one of two, a teller (Which starts at 26k a year) or a Financial Services Manager, which pays 30k with a chance for bonus, based on Quota's of sales being met.

I'm pretty nervous, I think I have a good chance of getting in, and I want to, but I think they specifically want me in for the second job, which means I would be making a good deal of money, overall. However, it's a reality check.

I am now getting or have gotten, old. Regardless, I think this gives me a chance perhaps at something new, fresh, and perhaps that will lead me to a new career? Who knows, we will say how it plays out. Personally I would be content with being a teller, but you never know until you try, right?

I'm very nervous about the next few weeks, and how this might all play out. Wish me luck, at any rate.
About this Entry
Kelly
2 comments
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Jan. 29th, 2006 @ 11:09 pm Wicked things
It's funny, I spent my who life wanting to be talked about...

Anyhow, yeah, Aidan turns 3 in two days, oh my god. Where has the time gone? It seems like yesterday, he was an infant and fit in my two hands, and now? His a handful, but in a metaphorical sense.

Saw Kimmy finally, and it was nice. She looks great, she's lost some weight (note that even if she had gained weight, she would still have looked great) and I don't know, she has this aura or something, anyhow, it was nice to see her.

I saw Underworld 2, I enjoyed it. Rus and Jess came to get me, and we saw it nearby at the Queensway Cinema's. I forgot a new one was built, and took them intitially to the wrong one. Oopsie, poopsie.

But yeah, that's that. I don't know what else to post right now, I'm super tired, and yeah, maybe bed it the best option right now.

So yes, that is what I will do.

Excuse me, while I go to sleep.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Jan. 27th, 2006 @ 11:05 am (no subject)
So I'm definately a bitch, in no uncertain terms. After leaving work last night, I went to get another pair of pants from Springfield, as they are super fitted and I love them, but...they are too tight, who knew. Little me with my 28" waist, needs to buy a bigger size. What's up with that? It looked like I had a camel toe, um, ew. Even my mother commented on it.

After my adventure to the Bay, I went to class, where I was bored to tears by Peter Ryan, who is nothing more then some wannabe professor lecturing the day away like an old book. I can read a book any day of the week should I choose, so Peter Ryan, spice it up, otherwise my evil glares and snide comments will continue.

I left class early as the others worked on a media file (Boring) and went to see Jess who was closing our old store, which harbours nothing but bad memories. We chatted for a bit, discussed our plans for movie watching this evening, and that was that. I love Jess, she's easy to talk to, unjudgemental of me and my past, and more importantly, a true friend. She reciprocates what I put in, often calling to say hi, see how I'm doing, find out how my mom is. She listens to me, and I listen to her, and our friendship has really evolved into something I treasure each day.

More importantly, I do not fear her changing her phone number, never calling me, and then blaming me for not keeping in touch. Jess, unlike some people of recent fame, and notoriety, is a person with moral fibre. Tonight we are going to go see Underworld 2, which is probably going to be bad, but whatever. We want to see it, so it shall be done.

Otherwise things continue on in their ever so normal pace. I am unsure of where to go from here, I have begun applying for banking jobs, as I need to get out of Money Mart, as my unhappiness with the job is overwhelming (well, not super overwhelming now that I work with Priscilla, whom I love, but still, I need a better job with higher pay, so I can afford my own place.)

So yeah, that's that. Off to the shower now, need to get ready for work.
About this Entry
Kelly
Leave a comment
Permanent Link
Jan. 18th, 2006 @ 06:30 pm I'm lazy.
It's official, I am lazy. I need to get off my ass and do something with myself. I need, a plan of action. Gone are the days where plans of action were how fast I could get drunk, and make a fool of myself. Now, I must get myself into a better job, a more fit and active lifestyle, and hopefully, a boyfriend.

I'm going to start soon (Yes, procrastinate to get there) and then, poof. You'll see, a new me.

In the mean time, I am the same me, doing me things. I hate my professor on Thursday nights, he is an IDIOT. Stupid white privileged bitch, I want to smack him over the head with my penis until he begs for mercy. Or, I could just be bitchy, I'm betting on the latter. I will go, with the latter.

Ha.
About this Entry
Miss America
Leave a comment
Permanent Link