if you are a dumb crazy bitch who can't take a hint, maybe you should get a grip, stop doing drugs, and stop blaming everyone and everything but yourself for being a lazy unmotivated piece of shit. if you dropped the psycho, glenn close bullshit, people might not regret hooking up with you so much and might actually consider you someone worth being with.
ps: getting fucked up and forcing yourself upon someone doesn't make you guys an "item", it makes you desperate, pushy, and pathetic.
Showing posts with label crazy bitches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy bitches. Show all posts
Monday, December 12, 2011
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Thursday, June 16, 2011
I'm going to have to reactivate my Facebook again pretty soon because I realized that without it, I simply have no interactions with my peers outside of business settings. I can't wait for school to start, even though last year was harder than I thought to meet people, although I have found Monica, whom I adore. More so she found me. In that case, I vow to be more outgoing and join more clubs and etc. I'm always the hand raiser and have an insight into every topic in class, but I don't think it necessarily speaks much about who I am as a non-intellectual, i.e. a loud, comical shit-talker, as lovable and compassionate as I am brazen and opinionated. No one gets to know me as I really am. The people who do either love me to death, or they either despise me in my entirety--I can only assume I must represent things they don't like. Sure, I talk openly about how much some of the things you like suck, and I get really loud when I'm having a conversation that I like, or sometimes I just have to comment on absolutely everything that I find relatively absurd. But at the same time, I feel like this is what makes me who I am--unabashed with a complete lack of grace, yet at the same time, totally forthcoming and admitting of my downfalls, happy to be here, honest, and brimming with love to a fault.
This may seem narcissistic, but it's almost a plea for understanding. I feel disliked by people, and I really feel it's only because they don't know anyone else like me. I'm almost retarded because I'm not a part of the modern idea of how people are supposed to be. Fuck it. Fuck it alllll. The people who appreciate this mentality are my friends. The people who don't can suck it because they'll never like me.
And that's how it is.
This may seem narcissistic, but it's almost a plea for understanding. I feel disliked by people, and I really feel it's only because they don't know anyone else like me. I'm almost retarded because I'm not a part of the modern idea of how people are supposed to be. Fuck it. Fuck it alllll. The people who appreciate this mentality are my friends. The people who don't can suck it because they'll never like me.
And that's how it is.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, you understand? She’s coming through on the tour, on the stop, it’s like, take your chance. Take the opportunity, do it. It wasn’t really stalking her, it was more plotting out how to get to her house.”
Great advice from a Britney Spears' fan, or some say, stalker. Well, most say stalker, because she was arrested.
courtesy of dlisted
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
why i have doubts about my generation
Something about my blogging habits: I don't post much for a couple days, then I post once or twice a day, and then I post HELLA in one day, and it's just nonstop. And the cycle repeats.
But you know, maybe my desire to write only comes in waves.
Anyways, on to what I wanted to say. This is going to be a series in sorts, because I don't really think it's polite to post EXTREMELY long blogs.
So part one in discussing my doubts about my generation, I just have to talk about myspace. I mean, I was lurking people's myspaces, as usual, and became a little bit flabbergasted at the amount of gay shit people put on them.
First, there are the girls. I mean, I can't say I hate it, because I love it, and I think it's awesome. But everything about most girls' myspaces just make me laugh.
These are a couple slogans and quotes from girls I know, or someone I know knows, or someone that someone knows knows, etc., around the country.
"She's got a smile on her face and a 'Fuck you' attitude, because from today on, she's living life for herself!"--South Bay, California
"100% BEAUTIFULL"--Berkley, California
"I am who I am. Your approval isn't needed!"--Des Plaines, Illinois
"I'm a celebrity in my hood. You just live in yours."--Campbell, CA
Okay, I just have to interject because it's just so funny that someone who lives in Campbell thinks they're in a "hood".
"You got a problem with me? Well, you can take that up to my big brother. I'm sure he'll fix the problem."--Crystal River, FL
and my personal favorite
"Pretty girls turn heads. My girls break necks!"--Spring Hill, FL
Definitely enjoyable quotes there. I can really relate to these people.
Also, every girl's myspace has a picture of Lil' Wayne on it SOMEWHERE I SWEAR. I don't understand WHY because he is probably one of the scariest looking people living on the planet today.
And apparently, a lot of girls label themselves "cunts" these days, which I'm not too sure is a good idea for our generation of blossoming young women soon to be OR ARE ALREADY moms.
You can probably find a Gucci or Chanel logo somewhere on the page...
Pictures of something the girl has deemed "artistic" in someway. You know, black and white, or a diagram of sorts. Or, you can take my sister, Sarah, for example, in her portrait of birds here she has in her about me.
so deep.
But you know, maybe my desire to write only comes in waves.
Anyways, on to what I wanted to say. This is going to be a series in sorts, because I don't really think it's polite to post EXTREMELY long blogs.
So part one in discussing my doubts about my generation, I just have to talk about myspace. I mean, I was lurking people's myspaces, as usual, and became a little bit flabbergasted at the amount of gay shit people put on them.
First, there are the girls. I mean, I can't say I hate it, because I love it, and I think it's awesome. But everything about most girls' myspaces just make me laugh.
These are a couple slogans and quotes from girls I know, or someone I know knows, or someone that someone knows knows, etc., around the country.
"She's got a smile on her face and a 'Fuck you' attitude, because from today on, she's living life for herself!"--South Bay, California
"100% BEAUTIFULL"--Berkley, California
"I am who I am. Your approval isn't needed!"--Des Plaines, Illinois
"I'm a celebrity in my hood. You just live in yours."--Campbell, CA
Okay, I just have to interject because it's just so funny that someone who lives in Campbell thinks they're in a "hood".
"You got a problem with me? Well, you can take that up to my big brother. I'm sure he'll fix the problem."--Crystal River, FL
and my personal favorite
"Pretty girls turn heads. My girls break necks!"--Spring Hill, FL
Definitely enjoyable quotes there. I can really relate to these people.
Also, every girl's myspace has a picture of Lil' Wayne on it SOMEWHERE I SWEAR. I don't understand WHY because he is probably one of the scariest looking people living on the planet today.
And apparently, a lot of girls label themselves "cunts" these days, which I'm not too sure is a good idea for our generation of blossoming young women soon to be OR ARE ALREADY moms.
You can probably find a Gucci or Chanel logo somewhere on the page...
Pictures of something the girl has deemed "artistic" in someway. You know, black and white, or a diagram of sorts. Or, you can take my sister, Sarah, for example, in her portrait of birds here she has in her about me.
so deep.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
BODY OVER MIND
Physical pain is something I definitely prefer to all other types of pain.
Physical pain distracts me long enough. I cherish my times of discomfort because it keeps my mind occupied.
So thank you, aching arms and blistered fingers, searing headaches and churning guts, bruised crevices and open sores, guitar strings and sharp corners, stainless steel and butane, sparking synapses and empty stomachs, and all tumors that have yet to be discovered, speak now or forever hold your peace. Because of you, I have not completely lost my mind. Being in constant pain has kept me in touch with reality.
Whichever naysayer is bold enough to disapprove of hypochondria obviously hasn't given it a shot, because it really works for me. Try it out. As they say, it's better to be sick than sorry.
And by sorry, I don't mean apologetic.
I'm starting to feel like maybe if I was openly crazy, people would get off my back. But since I appreciate societal standards and try to abide by them, I'm still expected to function with some level of normality. It seems like pulling the depressed card gets you out of jail free. I wish I could just tell everyone, hey, no, actually, I'm NOT going to do that because I'm a sociopath drug addict suffering from school age schizophrenia. Or maybe I can give the short version of how I hate everything about every aspect of my life, so fuck you.
Yes, I'm real mature for my age, I pay bills and do the shopping and shit. And by that I mean I lie in bed and play the Sims 2 and hope that my brain will start bleeding.
Loyal readers, I promise that one day, these blogs will start looking up. Until then, my room is a mess, I have two friends, no job, no money, no hobbies, I can't drive, and my curfew is 12 o clock until further notice
Physical pain distracts me long enough. I cherish my times of discomfort because it keeps my mind occupied.
So thank you, aching arms and blistered fingers, searing headaches and churning guts, bruised crevices and open sores, guitar strings and sharp corners, stainless steel and butane, sparking synapses and empty stomachs, and all tumors that have yet to be discovered, speak now or forever hold your peace. Because of you, I have not completely lost my mind. Being in constant pain has kept me in touch with reality.
Whichever naysayer is bold enough to disapprove of hypochondria obviously hasn't given it a shot, because it really works for me. Try it out. As they say, it's better to be sick than sorry.
And by sorry, I don't mean apologetic.
I'm starting to feel like maybe if I was openly crazy, people would get off my back. But since I appreciate societal standards and try to abide by them, I'm still expected to function with some level of normality. It seems like pulling the depressed card gets you out of jail free. I wish I could just tell everyone, hey, no, actually, I'm NOT going to do that because I'm a sociopath drug addict suffering from school age schizophrenia. Or maybe I can give the short version of how I hate everything about every aspect of my life, so fuck you.
Yes, I'm real mature for my age, I pay bills and do the shopping and shit. And by that I mean I lie in bed and play the Sims 2 and hope that my brain will start bleeding.
Loyal readers, I promise that one day, these blogs will start looking up. Until then, my room is a mess, I have two friends, no job, no money, no hobbies, I can't drive, and my curfew is 12 o clock until further notice
Sunday, January 4, 2009
A Gift to You
A lot of people got arrested yesterday. I think there is a lot of pressure with new year/new you/new WORLD thing going on lately. Here are some of my favorites.
DRIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE:
This guy violated probation, but the only thing interesting to me is that we were born on the exact same date.
8.10.88 FOR LYF NIGGA
OLD ASS PLAYA
CREEPY ASS PLAYA
DRUG ADDICTS
OUT OF HER ELEMENT
BLACK PEOPLE
violation of probation, happy little lady
suspended.revoked license
and the clincher!!!
ARMED ROBBERY.
that was satisfying
DRIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE:
This guy violated probation, but the only thing interesting to me is that we were born on the exact same date.
8.10.88 FOR LYF NIGGA
OLD ASS PLAYA
CREEPY ASS PLAYA
DRUG ADDICTS
OUT OF HER ELEMENT
BLACK PEOPLE
violation of probation, happy little lady
suspended.revoked license
and the clincher!!!
ARMED ROBBERY.
that was satisfying
Friday, January 2, 2009
Diseased
I really hate all these new faggoty ass problems I've been having lately. It's along the lines of me turning into a pathetic pseudo insomnic, anorexic, OCD, schizophrenic sociopath.
Of course, I'm exaggerating, but I'm starting to feel like a character of Girl, Interrupted, especially with all of these crime shows I watch, because I find myself relating more to the serial killers than the people they've killed. I am just way too aware of the evil inside of me, and it's beginning to become much more real than it actually is.
I feel like Grissom. Where does my mind end and the minds of those who are truly "evil" begin? Because really, we are all the same. Just because I can control my evil impulses doesn't make them any less evil. It's just not there for all to see.
Now, don't misinterpret this to believe that I want to kill people. All I'm saying is that I'm starting to lose my mind. Although one can be mentally sound and still completely evil. I think a few Star Wars and Harry Potter references would come into play nicely here.
Oh, sanity. One of the many privileges we take for granted. Congratulations to those whose is still intact.
Of course, I'm exaggerating, but I'm starting to feel like a character of Girl, Interrupted, especially with all of these crime shows I watch, because I find myself relating more to the serial killers than the people they've killed. I am just way too aware of the evil inside of me, and it's beginning to become much more real than it actually is.
I feel like Grissom. Where does my mind end and the minds of those who are truly "evil" begin? Because really, we are all the same. Just because I can control my evil impulses doesn't make them any less evil. It's just not there for all to see.
Now, don't misinterpret this to believe that I want to kill people. All I'm saying is that I'm starting to lose my mind. Although one can be mentally sound and still completely evil. I think a few Star Wars and Harry Potter references would come into play nicely here.
Oh, sanity. One of the many privileges we take for granted. Congratulations to those whose is still intact.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
LMAO
EWWW GROSSS
I HOPE YOU LIKE RATTY EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD VAG AND TALKING ABOUT HOW LAME HIGH SCHOOL WAS!
grooossss downgrade just get your poon and move on as to not disgust everybody around you.
except EVERYBODY's doing it.
and whats with all this dating people who aren't even, like, people? they are more like caricatures of people, but hardly exist as such. as well as sleeping with a bunch of different people you don't really know, as if that's the natural progression of finding your one true love.
In other news, last night was probably the weirdest night of my life. I think alcohol should not be consumed by people who lose their minds. That just leads to one punching themselves in the head, lunging at my sister, and bringing up my most recent ex-boyfriend as if that's supposed to make me feel bad.
Oh, and then chasing us down on our walk home just to honk at us and drive away.
SO
WEIRD.
ALMOST AS WEIRD AS MY FIRST TOPIC OF DISCUSSION.
I HOPE YOU LIKE RATTY EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD VAG AND TALKING ABOUT HOW LAME HIGH SCHOOL WAS!
grooossss downgrade just get your poon and move on as to not disgust everybody around you.
except EVERYBODY's doing it.
and whats with all this dating people who aren't even, like, people? they are more like caricatures of people, but hardly exist as such. as well as sleeping with a bunch of different people you don't really know, as if that's the natural progression of finding your one true love.
In other news, last night was probably the weirdest night of my life. I think alcohol should not be consumed by people who lose their minds. That just leads to one punching themselves in the head, lunging at my sister, and bringing up my most recent ex-boyfriend as if that's supposed to make me feel bad.
Oh, and then chasing us down on our walk home just to honk at us and drive away.
SO
WEIRD.
ALMOST AS WEIRD AS MY FIRST TOPIC OF DISCUSSION.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Life is kind of a bummer, especially when I have to watch the whole Sarah/Grissom love affair on CSI. I'm glad she's not on the show anymore, she's pretty creepy in every way.
Also, I tend to say things that I don't mean although I really did mean at the time it was said. This being the case, I've had no choice but to come to the conclusion that I have split personalities. Otherwise, how is it possible for me to feel strongly about one feeling, and then feel the complete opposite in the morning? And then feel the same again by nightfall?
Then again, I am a girl, and there is no denying that each member of my gender has a "crazy bitch" side. Maybe all women are schizophrenics, and it's really just that simple. Maybe my hormones must be extracted if I ever want to have normal thought patterns. Because really, if you were to follow my train of thought, you would wonder how I've avoided the straight jacket.
Well, CSI is getting pretty intense right now. I guess I can get back to my confusion later.
Also, I tend to say things that I don't mean although I really did mean at the time it was said. This being the case, I've had no choice but to come to the conclusion that I have split personalities. Otherwise, how is it possible for me to feel strongly about one feeling, and then feel the complete opposite in the morning? And then feel the same again by nightfall?
Then again, I am a girl, and there is no denying that each member of my gender has a "crazy bitch" side. Maybe all women are schizophrenics, and it's really just that simple. Maybe my hormones must be extracted if I ever want to have normal thought patterns. Because really, if you were to follow my train of thought, you would wonder how I've avoided the straight jacket.
Well, CSI is getting pretty intense right now. I guess I can get back to my confusion later.
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