so im back in school and there is this awesome fuckin taco place right next to my school

i have been eating bean and cheese burritos like there is no tomorrow but they make my butt smell

beans beans the magical fruit!

wait... beans arent fruit at all... what the fuck

...and i'll cry if i want to!

i want to move. i am so anxious to leave this stupid fuckin city. im sick of it. i was watching some documentary last night about sex offenders and recovery. i learned that there is pretty much no recovery rate. once a sex offender, the chances of re-offending are very high. thats sad. sad, and scary as hell. i went to this website called parentsformeganslaw.com and i was able to find a database of sex offenders in my local area. man is this shit frightening. just in a one block radius of my house (and i mean just ONE city block in either direction) yielded over 30 sex offenders and among those 30, 4 of these guys were HARDCORE RAPISTS and the other 26 commited crimes against children UNDER 14. fucking sickening. we have 5 schools in this one block radius as well. that means these sex offenders have access to children on a daily basis. i have probably shopped for groceries with a sex offender, rented movies from one, gotten gas right next to a rapist, etc etc. such depressing news.

on to some funny news... well at least i think its funny...
my friends birthday was last week and she had a party last friday.
at my ex's house.
i didnt want to go.
my friend begged me to go.
i went.
i was there for at least 45 mins.
didnt exhange words with my ex.
i thought i was going to be able to slip out of there without any drama. for once.
yeah right.
i go outside to pop a squat (i think someone was in the bathroom fucking).
my ex decided that i needed to leave. i had to take my "stupid friends" with me and leave.
(these friends werent "stupid friends" of mine until we broke up. before they were "our" friends, now they're just "my stupid friends". ahahaha...
so i began to gather my shit... i didnt want to be there in the first place because of the drama. as i walked up to my car with my stupid friends, my ex proceeded to talk as much shit as he could and make a big spectacle of the situation.
of course! this is why i broke up with him. always trying to be the "cool guy"... Mr. popular.

now you may not find this funny, however there is one thing im leaving out. the week before this party where he kicked me out, he was calling me up the ass. "i miss you" "im sorry" "blah blah blah".

well, congratulations Mr. popluar... i hope you feel better. im not hurt, im not angry. i think its absolutely hilarious.

hello everybody!!! i made it back in one piece... god what a fuckin blast! i got hom monday night around midnight and i am still exhausted! i have a few pictures (i was too drunk most of the time to take pictures) but i need to upload them and crop and shit. i have had to work everynight since i got back but finally i have a day off... tomorrow! yay! so i'll try to get those pics up soon

i was kinda in cognito this weekend, so if any of you were there you probably didnt see me although i was sitting outside of the block party for a couple hours getting drunk and talking shit to men wearing sandals. what is it with every guy in seattle wearing sandals??? down with mandals!!! unless you are jesus, men should not wear sandals ever. chicks dont dig seeing ugly gross feet.

xoxo

going to seattle, washington.

driving from los angeles.

18 hours.

with 6 of my friends.

the murder city devils are worth it.

boom-swagger-boom-swagger-boom-boom-boom.

they are playing a gig at the 'capitol hill block party'.

road trip!!!

so i was shopping yesterday. driving out of a parking lot when i see this guy who just strikes me as uber creepy for some reason.

all i could see were his eyes.

for some reason his eyes seemed to glow, in a sort of biohazard neon green haze...

he was acting suspiciously.

i drove around him to find out what he was doing.

this guy was crouched down hiding behind a hedge of bushes, only his head was poking out, and he was masturbating.

it was the most disgusting thing i have ever seen. as i drove behind him i glanced at what he was staring at... he was jacking off to a group of girls waiting for the bus. those girls didnt even have the slightest clue that they were being watched.

gross.

i have never seen eyes like this guys before. they are indescribable. i will never forget those eyes.

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i got a job, i got a job, i got a job, hey hey hey hey!

finally! its only been a year and a half since i was part of the "working youth" ahaha... im a loser.

you are now looking at the newest waitress.

anyway as i was applying for jobs yesterday (dressed like some corporate business yuppie) i realized how different people treat you just because of your clothing. my hair is the same- short and platinum blonde- but in jeans, a dress shirt, and a suit coat you'd think i was a fuckin supermodel or somethin. hahah.

people who would normally stare at me like i was a $2 hooker/homeless person were suddenly tripping over their feet, opening doors for me, smiling instead of sneering, they spoke to me, they wouldnt leave me alone. they men looked as if they had never seen a blonde girl before. hahaha. assholes. fuck people man. i am the same person inside but becos i have "outrageous" clothes and "wild" piercings i get treated like some fuckin leper.

i mean, i guess thats what punk rock is all about..

on one hand i LOVE pissing people off. i LOVE seeing uptight rich women get furious at their husbands who stare at me like they'd like to fuck me. i LOVE to disgust someone eating next to me because i smell like shit.

on the other hand im not a degenerate, and i have great qualities like "normal" people.

all in all i guess what im trying to say is nextime you treat someone nicely because they are dressed nicely, consider for a moment that the nicely dressed person could be a complete asshole. like me!

xoxo

the lyrics to this Murder City Devils song haunt me:

I heard and read
The only love is
Lost love
If it’s true then
People like me and you
We get our share of love

We get our lovin
We get it in the morning
We get our lovin when the sun pops up
People like me and you
We get our share of love

I knew at once
She was Brad’s friend
Someone else’s girl
Someone else’s gal
And someone else’s baby
Now

I woke up
In someone else’s arms
But I was dreaming I was dreaming of you
I woke up
In someone else’s bed
And I was dreaming
I was dreaming of you
I was dreaming of you
...

And I’m afraid
That it might be true
And I hope to God
I hope that it’s not true

I knew at once
To the ???
Someone else’s girl
Someone else’s gal
Someone else’s baby
Now