I have a terrible craving for fried rice and throwing sluts at bricks.
HOLYSHIT. I had this crazy idea that if no one in the world complained, it would still suck. So Shut up. I have cramps and I’ve pooped like 5 times today, it’s inevitable that I’m not going to give a fuck that you had a bad day too.
I don’t like to celebrate the death of the Native Americans Peoples that the Europeans destroyed, but I do, however, like to celebrate the life I live. I live it so wonderfully and I have some people to thank: Mom, I am thankful that, even without a husband to stick by your side, you’ve managed to raise me into being an independent, strong person. Bob, You’re taught me many things. You’ve acted as a father to me when I didn’t really know what a father even was. I love you. Dad, I’m sorry for all of the bad, but I am thankful for the good. I can’t look at a PT Cruiser or a Jeep Wrongler without thinking of you. I miss you most times. Jonathan, I love you, best friend. You know absolutely everything about me. You know when I’m lying or bored or fake laughing and I know that you know because I know the look you give me when you know that I know that you know. You are my rock and I know I can show up at your door bawling my eyes out and you’ll be there for me. And I am also thankful for your wonderful family, including your Dad’s GasStationPiercedEars. Cassandra, I am thankful for you so much. You’re my blood; IDGAF who says otherwise. You have taken me in as your sister. I call your father, my father. Your sister, my sister. Your sister’s girlfriend, my girlfriend. Errr…wait…uhm..I take that one back.mehehe. I love you. Krystal, you’ve unlocked many different parts about me that I never knew were there. You’re making me realize parts of myself and when you’re around, I become a truly better person. I couldn’t ask for more. You guys are my chosen few whom I love. I wouldn’t be the same person without any of you. Thank you to all of you, I don’t know why it’s only one day a year that people share love, but I’m going to work on tell you guys more often. I love you. I Love You! ILOVEYOU! olivejuice. Thanks, again, wonderfuls.
So many things bother me. The fact that people disrespect our president really pisses me off. That man is trying to lead a nation and all we do is make sly remarks? How is a man supposed to run a nation of people who disrespect him and don’t take his messages seriously. He is our fucking president. Our leader. Show some goddamn respect. I’m so proud to live in a country where we have the freedom; The Right to say what we want to say, but Shut The Fuck Up. Maybe you don’t respect your mother or your father, but he is our nation’s leader and that in itself means you need to respect what he has to say and if you don’t perhaps, you’d feel more at home in Egypt, struggling for your voice to be heard. (Not that you have anything important to say, anyway.)
Quit being so comfortable on your nice, comfy couch, watching E! and scratching your crotch. Get up and do something. Read something. Learn something. Help someone.
If you truly do not wish to hear anything Obama has to say, how about you use your ”rebellious nature” and do something to benifit our nation. You don’t like the way he leads, lead something for yourself or others. If you can’t do that, then shush. And leave the voting to people who care.
I’ve learned something over the past year. People are always jealous of those who do their own thing. It just hit me today. There are always those that call you weird or ugly or a liberal pig, but I’m embracing myself. I am going to love myself for my liberal views on social equality. I am going to love myself for my odd facial features like the curvature of my nose and my constantly dialated pupils. I am going to love myself for my small breasts and big ass and pale skin and even, my scar-covered, knobby knees. I am going to love myself the way others can’t, so I will never be brought down. I am diffferent, but equal- along with everyone else. Though, everyone else may not accept me, I accept me. And I accept them. I even accept you, whoever you are. I accept that you may not like me. I will accept your different views on religion and government and clothing choices. But, no longer will I accept the abuse/bullying/degrading of myself and others. Fuck you for trying to bring me down. You will never again, bring. me. down. I am strong and I won’t sit down and shut up when it comes to what I believe in. Come at me, motherfuckers. I’ll show you what it’s like to feel weak.
The difference between the singers of this year and yesteryear, is that the singers of today can only carry a tune. Whereas, the singers of yesterday can carry your emotions away and leave your heart in pain.