Ding dong the bird is dead. That vile bird of Mother's died tonight. Good thing, too. I hated that demon. She bit at me every chance she got. Mom's in the living room, all 'depressed' and 'sad' about it. I buried her and asked Artemis to bring her safely to the afterlife, so, at least I ended it like a good witch.
OMFG, my parents are fucking mental. They need to leave me the fuck alone and quit trying to put guilt trips on me. I was staying with my friends at Rome the day before yesterday, and I told them I was safe. Well, when I got home this morning, they searched my car and found Cheyenne's wallet. Apparently, according to them, I was hanging out with her because I was fucking her. Really, how the hell am I going to have sex with a girl that is about 7 months pregnant? How is that possible? I've been stressed all day, and I'm fucking tired of them bringing up their Christian shit on me. 'You need to go to church Sunday. God spared your life because he has a purpose for you.' They think my purpose is to tell people I'm blessed because I escaped a horrendous car accident with nothing but my face being turned into basically confetti. That was not because I was blessed; that was because I was damn lucky. I wish I could work the courage up to tell them I'm not the perfect son they think I am. There are things about me that would make any normal person cringe away in fear, but, then again, I only need my real family. Not my blood family, my family in Rome and Cedartown. I don't want people to think this is me attempting to be emo to get attention. If I wanted attention, I'd dress up in a salmon suit and dance around in Jasper. I have a few things in my life that make it worth living, even through the hardships. I have a loving and wonderful boyfriend that loves me more than I deserve, I have friends that consider me one of their own even though we have known each other for only a few weeks. What more could I ask for? I hate that I'm bound to my parents like this. Hey, Tiff, think you could come up and help me out a bit? I'll buy you a big cookie cake...
the night before last was one of the most wonderful nights I've ever weathered. I got to have my boyfriend in my arms, and i didn't have to worry if he was safe or not. I was so happy, which is more than what i can say for last night. I was squirming all night because he had to go home yesterday. I woke up about half an hour a go feeling all mooshy and stuff... I miss him already. Love you, Jordan
I am so blessed to have the most wonderful boyfriend. He's wonderful, sexy, smart, huggable, loveable, witty, chivalrous...o
I guess it's time to stop being a doormat and start taking things into my control. Some of you know about last venture with Shawn. Well, it turns out he was cheating on me with a girl from work. I'm going to get rid of him in 6 more days, and I'll be so fucking happy that he's gone. I mean, who wouldn't be happy that he's gone? No one at work likes him... It's basically just ridding a ship of the vermin stowed away inside it.
Wow, yesterday was fun. I rode most of the rides, except for the cliffhanger and the Tornado. No way am I going to go careening down 9 stories. And the tornado, well, I'm not fond of going around in circles... Anyway, The only ride I didn't enjoy? The first. Not sure of it's name. There was a big yellow inner tube that had a back rest on it. Once I started going down the slide, I flipped off and banged my head on the side of the slide. Ow... I still have a bump to prove it. I guess my favorite was the Lazy River. Stephanie, Brenna, Bryan, and I floated in it for the longest. The only problem was all the inconsiderate teenagers dunking each other and splashing water on people for no reason. If only I could have bitchslapped them or something... Anyways, I had fun, except for this sunburn. Total agony, but it was worth it^^
Here's a pic of my new tattoo, after it was finished
Well, I got the hibiscus tattoo yesterday. It still hurts, but I'll put a pick up as soon as I find the digi camera.
Today, I'm going with my friends from work to get a tattoo of hibiscus flowers and tribal turtles right above my koi tattoo. Wish me luck. I've been in a foul mood all day because of that wretched mother of mine. Hopefully this tattoo will ease all the tension.
OMG, I saw a pic of someone today, and they were showing off their middle because they thought they were hot, I guess... However, there's one flaw: She had the body of a skeleton wearing a pair of pantyhose. What the fuck is wrong with these stupid cunts that think that being an emaciated vagina-on-a-st
Watch the youtube video in my mood. It's the music video for 'GhostTown' by Shiny Toy Guns. It's my new favorite song.
What a horrible week. So much food, so many idiots... I swear, if I could easily find another job, I'd tell all these prissy people to fuck off and die. Don't ever get into fast food service. I can't count how many idiots I've had to take orders from today. I mean, who the hell is so fucking stupid that they have to ask how many pieces of fish come on a 3-piece fish dinner? Or, why are people complaining that they didn't get their fries and slaw when they fucking chose twoi different sides? *sips coffee* Can I come live in your room, Tiff? I promise I'll stay in the trunk in your room and be a good little kid.
Rules: go to urban dictionary.com and type in the first thing that comes up.
Sexy, without flaw, loving, kindhearted, name for someone that is special to you, thoughtful.
1:I bought you some flowers
2:Your such a Justin, I love you!!!
3)One of your friends?
Someone who is un usually well hung. People with the name James are generally known for their good looks (especially the eyes) and women are just simply attracted to them.
4)What should you be doing?
The act of pursuing happiness and self destruction at the same time.
"How can I be so thirsty this morning when I drank so much last night?"
yes... it is most definitely referring to the marijuana... and also, upon occassion, any substance with similar uses. too, properly, of course, it is a golfing term, but that;s really not very much fun, now is it?
'yo, where da green at?'
one's house or "the crib"
DRAgg1NG MY BODY UP TH3 H1LL TO M1 CANTON;TH3 BAR'S F1V3 M1NUT3S AWAY BUT 1T TOOK M3 AN HOUR TO G3T HOM3. (My mommy made it to the hospital, thank you very much.)
NUDY MAGAZINE DAY!
- what day is it?
8)Last person you talked to?
Guy who loves sports, drinking and irish punk rock, somehow manages to be appealing to every girl on the planet despite a chronic inability to seal the deal. Will end up being the PE teacher all the unpopular girls have a crush on. Curse his buffness.
(Friend) Hey is that Daniel over there?
(Other friend) Is he wearing a quiksilver t-shirt?
(Other friend) Then it's not Daniel.
9)One of your nicknames?
Hot girls.(Uh-huh, right...)
OMG, that was the worst fucking pain I've been in yet. HEar me out, all you people, unless you can deal with the pain and agony, do NOT get a tattoo on the top of your foot. The only reason I had it done is because I went through my wreck and had horrible pain through that. But it was worth it.
I'm getting my tattoo today. I'll post it soon as I get home, or tomorrow. Till then^^
I have some bad news for everyone. my parents are breaking it off now. The good thing is that I won't have to listen to them fighting over something as fucking insignificant as who pays more bills, but, Mom wants to get rid of the internet, which will leave me without ET, or Myspace, or anything unless I pay for it, and, if she gets rid of my piano, I'm going to fucking go crazy. that piano is my fucking lifeline with I'm pissed off. And she wants me to get rid of Sobek, which is a big fucking "HELL NO". I'll get Dad's truck, but I'll have to learn stick shift first. But, I'll have a way around so I can go kidnap Matt or visit Jameses.
I went to Callaway Gardens Monday and got back today. It sucked because there was nothing alive, and the butterfly house wasn't very impressive. I was expecting to see more butterflies. But, I went to this victory garden, and saw the most wonderful herb garden. I want one just like it. The one part that sucked is that we only wanted to see the Fantasy in Lights show once, but the fucking retarded guard got us back in the lineup. I just wanted to murder him... One time was enough. Plus, all these fucking cars were stopping every three seconds, like they'd never seen a fucking Christmas light before. If we had a tank, I'd be running those bitches over. Thanks for fucking up my vacation, you retarded fossilized ass-hat.
I'm going on Jan. 8th to get two new tattoos. I'm going to get a sparrow on each of my calves. Hope it goes well.
I got a ball python yesterday. His name is Sobek. I want to thank Crystal and her B/f Scottie for letting me have him. He's going to be a great edition to my family. And he'll become a wonderful familiar one day.
Here is one of the best musical pieces in the world, no, of all time. The Rite of spring.
I want to know why everyone hates Twilight. I was just on MyYearbook, and some dumb tart wearing nothing but a jacket was spewing all of this mindless babble on how everyone who loves Twilight is retarded and needs a life. I told her to shut up and put some clothes on. Does anyone else on here love Twilight too? If so, tell me some things to shut this psycho-slut up, onegai?
It's happened. I've had to take out my industrial. I'm not allergic to the steel or anything; the little five-yr-old nephew of my mum keeps yanking it. Finally, it got really bad and the doc told me to take it out for a few days... Now it's grown up... Off I go for another visit to Studio X...