"Fuck all you motherfuckers."
I have The Forces of Evil stuck in my head.
Maybe I am pretentious, but at least I'm trying.
And everyone can be excited that I'm writing again, I remember when people actually used to read this.
The Internet killed me.
Life has lost its poignancy, what happened to "the human connection" anyway?
I think I got hit in the mouth, my tooth hurts like I got hit.
I'm clumsy...
Anyway, Suicide Machines...
I mean the band.
Seriously.
Skunk is leaving for Illinois (I think)
I'm not sure if I want to go to his party, Snuff and The Shadow King might go...
God, all these nicknames sound stupid.
Skunk was actually a real nickname...
I gave it to him because he used to have a pink stripe in his hair.
Weird how I have no friends, they all mostly left this shithole though.
Wish I could leave this shithole, never thought I'd hate California this much.
Don't judge me for my expat ways...
Boston wouldn't be too bad, I think maybe that's where I'll head.
"Shipping out to Boston."
This city has too many bad memories, silencing my demons is exhausting.
But what will I do anyhow?
I feel like slam dancing...
It might be time for a show.
No Mickeys though, gross.
Can't believe Catwoman actually drinks that shit.
I'm still a Wild Turkey girl at heart, fuck Jackie D.
Remember when I would chug liquor out of the bottle?
No vodka though...still.
Besides it's a "panty-remover."
It smells too much like rubbing alcohol to me.
I miss Blue Dream, fuck do I ever.
Mister J is fucking bipolar too.
He probably hates Satan because they're so similar.
Speaking of which, he wants to kick Satan's ass again.
You'd think that after I spent last summer crashing on his couch every other night, Mister J would have got over it already.
My luck is not that good.
Satan bought me a mount (on WoW), probably to make up for calling me at midnight to yell at me over a video game.
I take games seriously anyway, he's just an asshole.
He calls me a bitch when I call him on shit, then I get a half-baked apology.
I don't even care anymore.
Why should I?
He says, "I know I'm an asshole."
We all know he's an asshole.
Ivy and Alley Cat asked me why I still talk to him...
Mostly out of pity, I guess.
For a long time we were in the same goddamn boat.
Besides you know how most people just get on my nerves.
Well, no, I guess you don't know.
People get on my fucking nerves.
He doesn't.
Hence my fucked up, infallible logic.
Anyway, finally managed to talk to The Jester...
He's good, I think.
I'm supposed to go chill at his new flat, and with my new lover.
I can't really call him my lover...not yet, and not quite at all.
Because it's much more than that, I can't find accurate words for it.
On this subject, I played a game with his friends over Skype.
It was...interesting.
They're nothing like my friends, not afraid to sound silly.
It's strange...
I'm not used to it.
I was always dressing up in other people's reality.
I remember sitting on Satan's porch with Snuff and talking about my old identity crisis.
Satan's porch is nostalgic anyway.
I've spent a lot of time on that porch.
But really, all stuck up and stuck in our personas.
No wonder I was pissed off when I got back to this city.
I missed all the stupid trends and everyone thought I was an idiot.
Because my friends are shallow...
This is why I cut ties, swore off people in general.
Disillusionment.
Jaded.
I'm tired of jealous girls and guys who are jerks.
It does nothing for me these days.
This post is long....
"So sing to me your darkest secrets, and leave behind regrets."
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