Take me baby – Or leave me.

A good clip for jesi bababa

I am better than your kids – your kids future kids – their kids – their fucking grandkids…

Someday I will get an actual job (one which does not require tolerating asswhole customers and doing price checks) and I swear to god if I ever hear “oh my Sally is so cute – she can count to 5!” or “Well thats nothing, my Tommy’s first word was ‘happy’!” 
I will not hesitate to inform these people that their children are similar to dogs - drooling – helpless – and most of the time lacking the cute factor (ever noticed mothers with fat children always broadcast how great they are) … let alone even have to glance across at my neighbours work space and notice it is covered, not with work related material, but fucking kids drawings after noodle necklaces and family photos.

Maybe I could take to grading them (as in this email Jesi sent me): Your kid sucks… and is fat so its drawings are now worse – F – anonymous.

 

Erhhh.

Ive been sick.

And i haven’t been on here much – because all my writing time was snatched away from me via the school blocking wordpress… honestly – blocking a blog? Fucking low tards. Or perhaps their monitoring it like they chose to monitor other things. Want to do a personality test on me fuckers?

Need details? I wear nail-polish just to piss you off and i laugh at the thought of teachers being similar to dinosaurs or aliens. You told me to bring my hat? So i didn’t. You told me not to wear my shoes because they had buckles, but what am i wearing to school everyday? You have all your rules so neatly listed in the diary but the only reason i took one look at them was to make sure i could rebuttal any rule you force upon me.

So she who laughs last, laughs loudest – as some person in some movie once said.

HA. Blocking WordPress you should be ashamed.

I fought the war…

But no one will ever win. Think about that.

Wizzzzzz.

Havent had time to do much lately… nor had the energy or motive to get some drama going…. So just to prove I’m weird, and Jesi for that matter (3-8 includes her), I thought I’d number point weird things to do/say:

1. Out of nowhere say “No offence” – when someone replies “none taken” – finish with … “how was she!!!” … perhaps this makes so sense… think about it
2. Tell someone to “screw off” …. like a top
3. Put on dramatic and pitchy music in the car (preferably mixed with a cd of techno/house music) then really get into the song – Out and in by Kate miller-heidke is great for that
4. Drag race an incredibly slow car (girls which have no intention of racing you) and scream “WE WINNNN SUCKERSSSS”
5. Go through maccas drive through and loudly comment on what a bitch the girl who took your money was… whilst still sitting at her window
6. At the next maccas window… comment on how lovley the boys hands are
7. Use ass to ring people – Boyfriend or 000 – then scream like a retard “GORGIIIIIIIIII WHERES MY GORGIIIIII”
8. Cover hands in paintstick and begin paintstick war… try to attack offenders front whilst keeping all your front covered… which is harder than it sounds
9. Drive past emo infested grounds… aka amberjail… with techno music playing loudly… then stress over not going back and getting chased by emo warriors
10. Stress about stain on shirt from hair dye… then creep mason out… whilst rubbing ice cubes over clingwrapped head to stop dye from BURNING.

The end. Peee Esss (1-2 is with Sheridan… shes the “like a top” girl) 

Do I need more drama. Wizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and all that jazz.

Im tired.

So sue me.

yawn. says (9:09 PM): if i ever get fake shoot me or something
yawn. says (9:09 PM): or just say straight out “you are being fake”

Everytime I see some person – Smiling their face off, standing tall, laughing and talking - only to walk off by themselves – to sit by themselves and stare blanky at nothing..
Everytime someone says one thing to you – something different to the next – making up this perfect life they want to live..
The way some people fucking leech off everyone – all your gossip, all your lies and deciept – being more important than if their own mother was dying…
To all the people who feel the need to preach like they are some god – some person built to perfection..
And especially to the people who are convinced their life is great because they hide behind this pretty little face thats made up of makeup and nothing else…..

You are fake. You are faker than I can stretch my mind to understand. How you could possibly think you are living a happy and fufilled life – Do you believe it when you tell yourself over and over that you are perfect and all that jazz?

I hope not.. I really do.. I would rather be the girl frowned upon for swearing in front of mothers – known as “oh that girl – yes everyone knows her” – who looks like a boy – who tends to see the negative – who speaks too loud and always gets into trouble…

I would rather be seen as some crazy cat lady – than be fake – so sue me.

Get screwed.

Get screwed:

1. Nosy People
2. School
3. Religion class
4. Hair that’s to short to put into a pony tail
5. People who call me a boy
6. People who are repulsively fake
7. Hair dye that wont stay in
8. People who judge
9. Cigarettes
10. Scotch
11. All you old people who call me a “youngen”
12. CONSTANT school work
13. That box of crap I have under my bed

Who wants to help me burn memories?

New slate.

Darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,
it was then i realised that conscience never fades.

So – public apology – I hope whoever I have abused for little to no reason read this. Doug especially – I deleted all other posts. Doug’s little buddy – Alex – You can get screwed because your tough guy act just pisses me off.

Im a bit tired of this tedious drama – it doesnt follow me – I follow it and now I just cannot be bothered.

Honestly – if someone feels like being an ass – Yep, I will write a blog about it – but until then – everything negative which could be taken as direct attack is gone. Every single post.

So hate really does sell..

Proof?

85th damn straight. That’s out of 100. Muahahaha – today the Internet – tomorrow THE WORLD!

Pee ess… forgive the pictures being to big to fit – I will fix that when I have time – for now I have to write an essay on the significance of Hajj.