Monday, August 24, 2015

WUB WUB WUB

Okay, I'm back. And I'm feeling a tad little better. Sitting down is a god sent. Fuck, having butt cheeks are a god sent. I'm not Christian, but I use 'the mighty lord's' name in vain too often. It's not fun. And sometimes it is. Who hasn't made a Jesus/God joke in their life. Even when mother who are tired with life look at their kids and scream "BILLY, I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU BETTAH GET YOUR ASS OFF JOHNNY RIGHT NOW."

Really, just screaming makes us feel better. Screaming about God makes us feel better. But not when we're trying choke a little kid with the word of Jesus. No, you're just forcing the belief on him then. That's another thing. I have lived with a Christian family. Sadly part of my actual family- not some friends my mom had.

What else should I say about the almioghty  lord and savior Jebus Fyst.

IDK

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

EY

Tick tock, I gotta move.

Okay, we bring you a thought. Think of life. Can't imagine life? Think of a train wreck. That's life. It's tragic to some, funny to the messed up ones, and possibly sad for people who notice you. Well holy shit, time to stop going around and fucking kick it. RIGHT IN THE BALLS. OH MY GOD- do you know how much shit we go through. Counting the actual stool you have to push out on a regular basis- we go through a shitload. This blog is probably going to help me, gonna let me vent, gonna let me be the most angriest thing on this damn planet. So how am I so angry. School, lifestyle, health- DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON SOCIAL LIFE. 

People (as in people I mean my mother) say that I don't get out enough and I don't have fun and see other people. I'm single, I don't like interaction. My my, get this guy a girlfriend (or boyfriend since I am female but identify myself as male and honestly- I find males more attractive. (Though I am a big fan of breasts) Much more attractive than some women I see. But my preference is never 'available'. Being a fan of big men don't really count now a days. There are the few that catch my eye and that's fucking it. I'm angry at this point that I don't have much of a life, I mean- I got art. I got a good patch of my life planned out. And still my mom acts like I got nothing. 

... Okay I got little. Very little.  But it's not much of a problem is it? Some things I still have to figure out and too much might be shove on my plate.

But at the end of the day... you just gotta kick life in the balls.