Going out tonight to drink some beers. I feel the urge to get really fucked up and crazy(Does that make me sound like an alcoholic?) The bar is only a few blocks from my house; total bonus. But the total downside is that is really the ONLY bar in town..so if its lame tonight, well...my evening is essentially fucked. Ahh, the joys of living in smalltown Minnesota.
So, lets hope the bar is packed and I can have a really good time. I have been feeling rather blah lately, not to mention I had the week from hell at work. But, everytime I have the "get fucked up and do crazy shit" urge, I am usually at home by 11, and my night was far from eventful. Keepin my fingers crossed that this time its different
So, lets hope the bar is packed and I can have a really good time. I have been feeling rather blah lately, not to mention I had the week from hell at work. But, everytime I have the "get fucked up and do crazy shit" urge, I am usually at home by 11, and my night was far from eventful. Keepin my fingers crossed that this time its different
I spent a great amount of time in St.Paul yesterday. If I was not a slave to my job in the sticks, I would move to Grand Ave in a heartbeat.Here are a few pictures from my adventure:






I am really loving this wonderful weather <--- totally a typical Minnesotan thing to talk about, but I don't care. I was getting really fucking sick of winter. Plus warmer weather=girls in more revealing outfits. Can't really complain about that, now can we?
Enjoyable weekends make me despise Mondays all the more. I wish my life could be one never ending weekend. Or, if I am forced to work, that all the weekdays felt more like Fridays.
Oh well. Guess I will just have to tough it out until Friday rolls around again.



I am really loving this wonderful weather <--- totally a typical Minnesotan thing to talk about, but I don't care. I was getting really fucking sick of winter. Plus warmer weather=girls in more revealing outfits. Can't really complain about that, now can we?
Enjoyable weekends make me despise Mondays all the more. I wish my life could be one never ending weekend. Or, if I am forced to work, that all the weekdays felt more like Fridays.
Oh well. Guess I will just have to tough it out until Friday rolls around again.
Ooh and also. If any of you stumbling across this blog could recommend some good anime, that would be awesome. I have never watched it before, so I don't know where to start.
Its a beautiful day out. Sun is shining, there is a very slight breeze, and all my windows are open. I went for a jog in the park earlier. My odd duck neighbor who lives upstairs has taken the crabby old bitch across the hall somewhere, so I essentially have the building to myself. Which means I can play my music as loud as I want.
Rob Zombie+Open Windows+Sunshine=a little slice of heaven.
Now, if only I didn't have to write a damn paper on The Vietnam War, today would be the perfect day. I love being in school, but sometimes it is a huge buzzkill.
Rob Zombie+Open Windows+Sunshine=a little slice of heaven.
Now, if only I didn't have to write a damn paper on The Vietnam War, today would be the perfect day. I love being in school, but sometimes it is a huge buzzkill.
"nostalgia is a seductive liar" I read this quote on a billboard(ha!) and I love it. it couldn't have come at a better time. Why is it that no matter how happy we are in our lives, we always feel like there is something we are missing? Or, that there is something from the past that we still need?
Maybe I shouldn't say "we." Maybe I am the only crazy person who thinks this way. I couldn't ask for anything more in my life at this point. Yet, there are certain memories that I still long for and ask myself "what if" Even if I could change things, I doubt I would. And I am a rational minded gal(usually) and I know that even if my situation was changed, I would not be happy; you know, the whole "the grass is always greener.." bit. So, why exactly do I get the nostalgic bug every now and again?
Maybe I shouldn't say "we." Maybe I am the only crazy person who thinks this way. I couldn't ask for anything more in my life at this point. Yet, there are certain memories that I still long for and ask myself "what if" Even if I could change things, I doubt I would. And I am a rational minded gal(usually) and I know that even if my situation was changed, I would not be happy; you know, the whole "the grass is always greener.." bit. So, why exactly do I get the nostalgic bug every now and again?
I need a serious self-esteem boost. I am having the kind of day where I feel as though I could stand to lose about 30 pounds and change basically everything about myself..which I find ironic, because I find all women to be gorgeous. In fact, I am typically more attracted to girls with a little extra meat. Why can't I be this accepting of myself?
I don't need a boost. I need a reality check. And to stop being a whiney bitch.
Hmmpf.
Well, I certainly I have come to the right place. Suicide girls reminds me that not all beautiful women are defined by a size 0 waist, blonde-bottle hair color, and a huge chest(although I am still a sucker for a nice set of tatas:kiss
I'm going to go browsing now. Tomorrow WILL be a be day. It fuckin better be, anyway.
I don't need a boost. I need a reality check. And to stop being a whiney bitch.
Hmmpf.
Well, I certainly I have come to the right place. Suicide girls reminds me that not all beautiful women are defined by a size 0 waist, blonde-bottle hair color, and a huge chest(although I am still a sucker for a nice set of tatas:kiss
I'm going to go browsing now. Tomorrow WILL be a be day. It fuckin better be, anyway.
So, here we go. I have been a member of this site for awhile now, but didn't know exactly what I should say or do. Its a lot to take in at first, all the naked asses and tits
I want to start talking to people who are like me. Im sick of feeling like Im lost in a sea of "normal" people. My town is small and filled with people who seem to have no concept of acceptance or know how to be open-minded.
So, hopefully this site will bring some people into my life that are like me, or at least understanding of my differences. People who understand my dark sense of humor, my disgust with the ways things are in the world, wanting to make a differnce, and obsession with hot, naked, punk girls.
So, hopefully this site will bring some people into my life that are like me, or at least understanding of my differences. People who understand my dark sense of humor, my disgust with the ways things are in the world, wanting to make a differnce, and obsession with hot, naked, punk girls.

