Shout out to my RoCkIn P E E P S
Dood, my peeps rock. Fer-real. They fookin rock!! Here I am in the dusty butt hole of Texas, cryin my eyes out cause the people here suck ass and don't love me... and my friend, my peeps, my compadres planned a special get away to come see me!!!!! WOOO, but alas - I won't be available the said weekend, but tha's okay. It is the thought that counts.. Cause @ least they think of me.. You other people .. you suck.
Dood, my peeps rock. Fer-real. They fookin rock!! Here I am in the dusty butt hole of Texas, cryin my eyes out cause the people here suck ass and don't love me... and my friend, my peeps, my compadres planned a special get away to come see me!!!!! WOOO, but alas - I won't be available the said weekend, but tha's okay. It is the thought that counts.. Cause @ least they think of me.. You other people .. you suck.
i need to clean off my desk...
eerrr, lets see here:
1 1/2 drunken bottle of disani water
1 baked apple pie box from mc donalds
1 jumping gorilla toy
2 ace bandages with clippy things
1 dear-god-why-doesn't-he-answer-me letter
4 sobe caps
1 book of chinese proverbs
1 paper on a person's full potential i wrote in 6th grade
1 wad of cash
1 bottle of valarian - unopened
1 set of stanley screwdrivers
1 keroppi pencil box
1 hooters wet wipe from houston
1 hershey's milk chocolate wrapper
1 empty plastic container for 0.5 lead
1 rubber stamp with my name
1 post-it note with songs i need to download
1 snow globe with a unicorn - mom got it for me on a trip to atlanta
5 burned cd's with questionable material
eerrr, lets see here:
1 1/2 drunken bottle of disani water
1 baked apple pie box from mc donalds
1 jumping gorilla toy
2 ace bandages with clippy things
1 dear-god-why-doesn't-he-answer-me letter
4 sobe caps
1 book of chinese proverbs
1 paper on a person's full potential i wrote in 6th grade
1 wad of cash
1 bottle of valarian - unopened
1 set of stanley screwdrivers
1 keroppi pencil box
1 hooters wet wipe from houston
1 hershey's milk chocolate wrapper
1 empty plastic container for 0.5 lead
1 rubber stamp with my name
1 post-it note with songs i need to download
1 snow globe with a unicorn - mom got it for me on a trip to atlanta
5 burned cd's with questionable material
people
people. people are selfish. they really are. aside from the very select few that i can even still call my friends, they're all selfish. everything is about them. what they want. how they feel. who they want to be around. maybe i'm old and i don't give a shit anymore about such trivial things. oh i'm selfish myself now too. i don't deny that. but when it comes to others, i still go out of my way to represent and please. but what i've learned is that it's not appreciated. it's taken for granted.
people are hurtful. because they are selfish. like i told dock the other day, i've stopped feeling. these past four months of hurt due to actions of few, i've sucksessfully become the cold hearted person i've needed to be all along. it's not about being supportive of someone who wants to do something with her life - it's about taking care of himself. it's not about trying to be helpful - naah, apparently it's about me not doing enough. so now i'm a kid running with knives who feels no pain. atleast it stop hurting.
people who i thought were my friends who can't afford to give me the time of day bother me. but i've learned to cope. they're all dead to me. it's morbid, yes, however honestly it's the best coping mechanism i've found. when you care for someone, and then you lose them - you have to come to grips with that shizznit... the best way is realizing they're dead. wow.
people aren't the same as they used to be. i had a set of friends once. they called themselves the whorde. they loved me. they cared about me. they took care of me.. i wanted to find those kinds of friends again. but they're not there. they look the same, dress the same, act the same.. but they don't feel the same. because they aren't the same. when you find a friend or friends you can't afford to lose, don't lose them. you'll never find them again.
people. you people. you know who you are. i shake my fingers at you. i do. to you other folks, peace out. to the rest of you muthafudders - get out the way.
people. people are selfish. they really are. aside from the very select few that i can even still call my friends, they're all selfish. everything is about them. what they want. how they feel. who they want to be around. maybe i'm old and i don't give a shit anymore about such trivial things. oh i'm selfish myself now too. i don't deny that. but when it comes to others, i still go out of my way to represent and please. but what i've learned is that it's not appreciated. it's taken for granted.
people are hurtful. because they are selfish. like i told dock the other day, i've stopped feeling. these past four months of hurt due to actions of few, i've sucksessfully become the cold hearted person i've needed to be all along. it's not about being supportive of someone who wants to do something with her life - it's about taking care of himself. it's not about trying to be helpful - naah, apparently it's about me not doing enough. so now i'm a kid running with knives who feels no pain. atleast it stop hurting.
people who i thought were my friends who can't afford to give me the time of day bother me. but i've learned to cope. they're all dead to me. it's morbid, yes, however honestly it's the best coping mechanism i've found. when you care for someone, and then you lose them - you have to come to grips with that shizznit... the best way is realizing they're dead. wow.
people aren't the same as they used to be. i had a set of friends once. they called themselves the whorde. they loved me. they cared about me. they took care of me.. i wanted to find those kinds of friends again. but they're not there. they look the same, dress the same, act the same.. but they don't feel the same. because they aren't the same. when you find a friend or friends you can't afford to lose, don't lose them. you'll never find them again.
people. you people. you know who you are. i shake my fingers at you. i do. to you other folks, peace out. to the rest of you muthafudders - get out the way.
the man in my life
my little bucket of love. he's a little more hairier than i'm use to, but i love him just the same. he sings to me in the morning. he greets me at the door when i come home. when i come home late he yells at me a little - reminds me how much he cares. he leaves me little surprises every once in a while to remind me how much he needs me. when i come home tired and dirty from a day on campus, he gives me a bath. he sleeps in my arms. he rubs my feet. what more could i ask for? i love my Vivi.
my little bucket of love. he's a little more hairier than i'm use to, but i love him just the same. he sings to me in the morning. he greets me at the door when i come home. when i come home late he yells at me a little - reminds me how much he cares. he leaves me little surprises every once in a while to remind me how much he needs me. when i come home tired and dirty from a day on campus, he gives me a bath. he sleeps in my arms. he rubs my feet. what more could i ask for? i love my Vivi.
you talkin' to me??
to the red-headed dirty baseball cap wearing testosterone poisioned hairy neanderthals in the green suburban: yeah i am that cute, i am that hot, and if you were men enough to stick up for your drunken words, you wouldn't have driven off so fast through the parking lot. what? you afraid of a little asian whoop-ass? thought so.
to the pancake powedered faced bimbo with the curly hair wig and touch-my-boobies-please shirt: so you work here. don't mean you can pretend i'm not in front of you. your heels may make you taller than me, but like i said i will take you down - step off. good thing you thought to get out of my way.
to the fat chick in the tank top: you're not drunk, don't prentend to be so you can bump your ass into people.
to the man who thinks he can sing metallica's "nothing else matters": dear god -- NO.
to the red-headed dirty baseball cap wearing testosterone poisioned hairy neanderthals in the green suburban: yeah i am that cute, i am that hot, and if you were men enough to stick up for your drunken words, you wouldn't have driven off so fast through the parking lot. what? you afraid of a little asian whoop-ass? thought so.
to the pancake powedered faced bimbo with the curly hair wig and touch-my-boobies-please shirt: so you work here. don't mean you can pretend i'm not in front of you. your heels may make you taller than me, but like i said i will take you down - step off. good thing you thought to get out of my way.
to the fat chick in the tank top: you're not drunk, don't prentend to be so you can bump your ass into people.
to the man who thinks he can sing metallica's "nothing else matters": dear god -- NO.
a hiatus and a short on flies and honey
school is back in session, so i go back to doing what i need to be doing - which is not blogging for a while.
and i wanted to say i've had enough of meat heads trying to live the life they shoulda lived 10 years ago, self deprecating hotties who always find the drama in little things, and glass eating paxil-ridden alcoholics who act like 4th graders. why is it that these people are drawn to me?
hugs to the rest of you who are without issues. to those with issues, go get yourself some help.
school is back in session, so i go back to doing what i need to be doing - which is not blogging for a while.
and i wanted to say i've had enough of meat heads trying to live the life they shoulda lived 10 years ago, self deprecating hotties who always find the drama in little things, and glass eating paxil-ridden alcoholics who act like 4th graders. why is it that these people are drawn to me?
hugs to the rest of you who are without issues. to those with issues, go get yourself some help.
