bionicfemme

So warped kicked ass. I was on the streetcar on the way there, and these four annoying young gentleman started laughing at me (probably because I was all punked out, spikey hair and a red tie with safety pins in three X's, etx.) So then even though they too are going to Warped they start snickering at me and saying things like "So, are you going to go see Sum 41?" So usually I just waste on fools until they shit their pants and cry, but I really didn't feel like it was worth it this time. So I just looked at them standoffishly and said "Um, no." And they were like "But they're the best!" and I go "No, not really" and they were laughing hysterically at this point, so I just gave them this evil stare from the depths of Hades that said, " Didn't you know I have a B.A. in amputating nutsacks?" and you'd better sure as hell believe they stopped their laughing right there. Asses. I woulda yelled and got fiesty with 'em, but didn't want to ruin the day or cause a commotion on the streetcar. So I found some o' my friends there and we strolled, it was fun. I tried to hit on the lead singer of this chick punk band and came off looking like a fool. She was like "I'm from L.A." and I stutter "U-um, I h-hear it's pretty down there" because I have the flirtation skills of a prepubescent crackly voiced boy and she laughs and says "No, not really." and then she signed my CD, which was cool. I felt like such a geek. Why the hell am I comfortable dancing on poles or in cages but not talking to cute girls when I first meet them? Sometimes I can be the loudmouthed, brash storyteller that always starts the best convos at parties, but get me up close to a cute girl and my mind says, "ABORT MISSION...ABORT MISSSION!!!!!!!!!!!" Speaking of which, I didn't run into any of my exes (ka-ching) but I did run into my ex-girlfriend's best friend, who wears terrible foundation to the point of looking like a withered old whore. I wanted to ask her how my ex is doing, but she ran off because I think she was kind of scared of me. She knows I hate her immensely (there is a long uninteresing story behind it) and that i'm pretty wild. Dude, anybody that knows me knows I am a whackass muthafucka and if provoked I will just blast a cap in yo' ass. Um, ok, not really, but I can get into a fight pretty easily, I am a hot-blooded girl. So yeah, no streetfights today, just frozen lemonade and hot ladies screaming punk songs in my ears.

I am considering applying to be a suicidegirl, but don't know if I qualify. I expect that Missy would send me back an email saying "Yeah, um no. We only show cute girls on this site." Yesterday, my best friend screamed, "No, I WILL NOT support you becoming a porn star! Crimeny, what the hell is wrong with you???" and I just started cracking up. Well, i've been offered nude modeling jobs before but just haven't taken it up because I was too timid and now I think I don't give a fuck. What do you guys think?