listening to a lawnmower
i have been a bad, bad lokischild. i haven't even checked my email in almost a month. it's been kind of like an extended vacation for me.
the satan spawn that spat me out of her vagina went to florida for a week, so i was 'watching the house' with justin. then right as she came back, the boy's parents went on a two week vacation, so we were over his house. it's been nice. relaxing.
i'm going to florida for a week, myself, in the first week of october. i'm looking forward to it. also looking forward to getting my hair cut and some green stripes put in before i go.
but today i have to go shopping and out to dinner with the psychotic freak that is my mother. she almost had a nervous breakdown because her man-slave cut her lilacs.
but! i am officially 21 years old, and i can buy my own damn liquor, and thats all that matters. my birthday was actually pretty fun, and i was suprised because my birthdays usually aren't much fun at all. but. the synopsis:
thanks to connecticuts oh so ingenious blue laws, i had to go to brewster, ny to buy my first liquor. but it was a fun adventure. i bought a bottle of jack (not one of those stupid little dinky shits either), and 3 12-packs of beer. yum. we made it back to justin's house all hunky-dory, and found a dead mouse in a bucket of water. poor little dead mouse. so, while we were waiting for a couple other friends to show up, we gave the mouse a funeral pyre using throttle body cleaner and a propane torch. the mouse burned. i heard his innards pop out. it was pretty cool. then the drinking commenced. there were 6 or 7 of us, but not everyone was drinking cus those other folks were being vaginas. but through the course of the night there was pool played, baling hooks used, pictures taken, wendy's gotten, and fun was had. good times, good times.
and! i managed to break my toe yesterday at work. because i'm good like that. in the past few weeks, i've sliced open my palm, skinned half my knuckle, given myself 8 or 9 good bruises, burned my fingers more than once, and broken my toe. i am a world class klutz. i honestly don't know how i managed this kind of stuff. and i'm suprised i haven't hurt myself worse by now.
anyways. september is halfway over. everyone else is getting into their classes, dealing with teachers and homework. i am a clerk at a convenience store. this is not what i wanted. i wanted to be going to school at southern by now. but so far it looks like i won't even be able to start spring semester. because i have no goddamn car. and without a miracle, or a decent sized robbery, there's no way for me to get one anytime in the near future. what the fuck. i hate having to depend on other people. i hate not having the freedom to accomplish what i need and want to do when i want to do it. i'm stuck in goddamn rural suburbia, with no way to get anywhere, except at someone elses convenience. and of course everyday i see some goddamn 17 year old kid in a brand new $20,000 car that mommy and daddy bought them and it makes me fucking sick.
whatever.
i need some kind of distraction.
-=squish=-
i have been a bad, bad lokischild. i haven't even checked my email in almost a month. it's been kind of like an extended vacation for me.
the satan spawn that spat me out of her vagina went to florida for a week, so i was 'watching the house' with justin. then right as she came back, the boy's parents went on a two week vacation, so we were over his house. it's been nice. relaxing.
i'm going to florida for a week, myself, in the first week of october. i'm looking forward to it. also looking forward to getting my hair cut and some green stripes put in before i go.
but today i have to go shopping and out to dinner with the psychotic freak that is my mother. she almost had a nervous breakdown because her man-slave cut her lilacs.
but! i am officially 21 years old, and i can buy my own damn liquor, and thats all that matters. my birthday was actually pretty fun, and i was suprised because my birthdays usually aren't much fun at all. but. the synopsis:
thanks to connecticuts oh so ingenious blue laws, i had to go to brewster, ny to buy my first liquor. but it was a fun adventure. i bought a bottle of jack (not one of those stupid little dinky shits either), and 3 12-packs of beer. yum. we made it back to justin's house all hunky-dory, and found a dead mouse in a bucket of water. poor little dead mouse. so, while we were waiting for a couple other friends to show up, we gave the mouse a funeral pyre using throttle body cleaner and a propane torch. the mouse burned. i heard his innards pop out. it was pretty cool. then the drinking commenced. there were 6 or 7 of us, but not everyone was drinking cus those other folks were being vaginas. but through the course of the night there was pool played, baling hooks used, pictures taken, wendy's gotten, and fun was had. good times, good times.
and! i managed to break my toe yesterday at work. because i'm good like that. in the past few weeks, i've sliced open my palm, skinned half my knuckle, given myself 8 or 9 good bruises, burned my fingers more than once, and broken my toe. i am a world class klutz. i honestly don't know how i managed this kind of stuff. and i'm suprised i haven't hurt myself worse by now.
anyways. september is halfway over. everyone else is getting into their classes, dealing with teachers and homework. i am a clerk at a convenience store. this is not what i wanted. i wanted to be going to school at southern by now. but so far it looks like i won't even be able to start spring semester. because i have no goddamn car. and without a miracle, or a decent sized robbery, there's no way for me to get one anytime in the near future. what the fuck. i hate having to depend on other people. i hate not having the freedom to accomplish what i need and want to do when i want to do it. i'm stuck in goddamn rural suburbia, with no way to get anywhere, except at someone elses convenience. and of course everyday i see some goddamn 17 year old kid in a brand new $20,000 car that mommy and daddy bought them and it makes me fucking sick.
whatever.
i need some kind of distraction.
-=squish=-
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dulllifelesshair:
Not being able to drink until 21? What the hell do your college students do? 
howardphd:
Nice tattoo at your angel wings.