Do it with intensity...

JESUS! I wish I could have rip out my own uterus. It causes far too many issues.

I actually don't have anything good to say.
I'm currently Ms. Pessimist-CrankyAsFUCK!

Yes, that's right, I just hyphenated that shit.

I was accepted into university. Hurrah.
... that really does no good if you can't afford to go, now is it?

I wish prostitution was legal.

I'm sick of this fucking struggle.

That's all I feel like writing.

 

I really should be getting ready for work, but I felt the need to update you with a few important announcements.

1. I've filled out my student aid info for school. I find out what the financial situation in a week or so... *throws up* LOL!

2. I am extremely happy right now... because...

3. I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO GAGA! SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD! <3



She's amazing.

Just a quick update.

I don't really have much to say really.

I'm chillin' with Kris on Friday, tanning on Saturday, Sunday night is Casino Night with Stella, and sometime in the near future I going to hang with Sharone, get hiiiiiiiiigh, and watch Inglourious Basterds. The Bear Jew/ Eli Roth = Omnomnom! :D

I think this requires a hot man post... Well, just a quick one.



That's all for now.

I have not written in you in ages. I have abandoned my writing for a television obsession... mainly House Hunters International (www.hgtv.ca/ontv/titledetails.aspx). That show has sort of given me the ambition to get my ass back in school so that one day, I will be the one buying a house internationally...

So, I'm a university student :D
I start in the fall, and I'm fucking excited. Gettin' ma shit togetha Hombre!
I'm thinking about going into the accounting scene... partially because I'm quite good in math, and partially because if I play my cards right, and studystudystudy, I can find a very well paying job.

I'm sick of not making enough to support myself AND save a satisfactory amount...
I don't necessarily want an extravagant lifestyle... but I want to be able to afford to do and see the things I want to do... LoL. Possibly the worst explanation ever. I just can't think of how to word it right now.

... I keep getting distracted.

I don't know if I really have that much to say...

I cannot stop listening to Gaga's Heavy Metal Lover!

www.youtube.com/watch

Sooooooo good.

Umm... I work 12 to 5... I hate my job.

I honestly can't think of anything else to say write now.

I'm gonna go have a shower, do ma hurr all purrtay, and put on some make up :)
Usually makes me feel better lol

Until later dears :3

I want drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. Why do I fight with myself about what I want to do? I'm just sick of feeling.

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I'm off to the gym.

Wish me luck.

PS. If you are reading this, read The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

So, I'm sitting here in the change room at work, I like to pretend it's a powder room, and I really do not want to be here. I'm going through a sad spell... And I have nowhere to hide. I need to hide.

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I'm not sure what has happened/changed, but there is only one thing that I always seem to want to do... Lock my door, hop under the covers and just hide in my bed.
I hate the holidays.

Come back! Please. I like you, and I have liked you since I first saw you. I wasn't in a good position at the time, but I am great now.

I know I act as though I dislike you, but how am I supposed to act towards someone I can't have...

I realize that the chances of you reading this are slim to none, but hey, what's the harm right?

Pick me. Just come away with me! Please.


PS. I work pretty much all week, so just wander in. I'll be nice :3 Promise.