June 2012
41 posts
Trying to sleep...
All I can think about is my super rad wrath costume. I look amazingly hawt and barbaric. I can’t wait to work on hair, makeup, nails, and accessories. So many great ideas!
Wanna know why some people kill other people?
Because assholes take advantage of good people. Good people get pissed off after a while.
I hate Ogres.
I guess...
… Hardcore Amanda will have to come out for a while and deal with shit. Hardcore biker bitches don’t put up with this sort of shit. We kick ass and get results. You thought I was a bitch before? Ha. You are in for a surprise.
Kill.
Switch.
Engaged.
I kinda like how FB tells me when someone read my...
Now I know who lies and is just a piece of shit who refuses to do things.
So tired of dishonesty.
Hungry!
I want more French fries with my new HP, mayo, and ketchup mixture. That was really damn good.
Why does everyone want to see me drunk?
It gets very old and tiring having to keep saying “no”. No, I don’t want to fuck you. No, I don’t want to make out. No, don’t touch me. No, back the fuck off before I do some serious damage that a plastic surgeon would have a difficult time fixing. Jesus. I’m not that good looking. I’m not desperate. I don’t have low self esteem. If you can’t...
The dark side emerges.
It feels so good to be free again.
The noises persist.
I suppose its time to clean up the fan and keep that going at night. Maybe the ambient noise will help. I hope the new roommates are less noisy.
Maybe I should put the chore list back up...
… Because people can’t manage to do anything around here. Not even take out garbage, which goes out EVERY Monday night so its set for pickup Tuesday morning, AND is written on the white board calendar as a reminder. I guess that’s too much to handle.
Barf Breath...
Is the worst. It’s so gross. Brushing my teeth will make me barf again though. Eww. I’m gonna go cry and take a nap.
Sometimes I think too much.
I wonder what it would be like to have no toes. They’re great for picking things up, but they get in the way a lot. Especially the pinky toes. Damn them! I could wear smaller sized shoes if I didn’t have toes! More shoes! My feet are big enough. I could still balance.
Maybe I should go shopping tomorrow.
There is going to be a funeral soon. I want to find a nice dress.
Seriously?
Can’t sleep. Too much noise. Grrrr!
Cats...
… are aliens. I’m so serious right now. Push back their ears. See the big eyes and crazy whiskers? Aliens. They have special knowledge. They helped the Egyptians build the pyramids. Seriously. Aliens.
21 Jump Street
Makes me want to pursue being a cop again. I wanted to be one once. I love deductive reasoning and common sense. I’d probably screw over the people that screwed me over though. Discharging a firearm requires a lot of paperwork too…
I am such a good shot though. I don’t know if people actually know that about me. I’m actually a certified rifle instructor. I miss my guns....
I need rum.
And cleaning supplies. And love. And chocolate cake. And I should probably sleep. I’m tipsy. But there is too much noise. Rude. I can’t even say or do anything. Why? Because I’m too nice. And tipsy. Fuck. I can’t even paint my nails or put away my clothes. It will be all wrong and I’ll have to do it all over again tomorrow. I wish my friend was here. He’s...
My day tomorrow:
-Shower
-Emails
-Bookkeeping
-Cleaning up other people’s messes
-Avoiding people
-Texting friends, desperately trying to remain sane
-Trying to re-organize my life
-Fantasizing the deaths of my enemies
-Oh, and watching tv
I'm prepared.
Time to replace the essentials in my trunk. In case of zombies or Apocalyptic events. Sleepingbag, flashlight, batteries, matches, clothes, blankets, towels, boots, water, medicine, weaponry, etc…
Even children know better.
Believing something after only hearing one side of a story is like only looking out of one window in a car. You miss the rest of the scenery on the other side of the road and tend to miss important details of the journey.
You're just a fad.
That’s all you’ll ever be.
I know I'm right.
I don’t lie. I can’t lie. I hate when people lie. I especially hate when people lie about other people and cause damage. Several people are doing that about me. It’s all lies. Just because multiple people believe something to be true, does not automatically mean it is. Some people are deluded and close minded. Some people choose to believe the easiest explanation. Of course...
Why me?
Why am I always the responsible one? Left with the mess, the chores, the debt, the misery…
I have more people that owe me money than I have decent friends. Not because I lent money, but because they refuse to pay bills when they have previously lived with me. They rack up debt and leave. People make bad choices and I get stuck with the aftermath.
Like always.
Hey...
Can I trade my “heart” in for some other more useful metaphoric organ? I’m tired of feelings. I want to go back to being apathetic and emotionless.
Motivation is key.
Now where can I obtain some of this motivation stuff?
I remember what I lost.
How could I have gotten so far off track?!?!? I’m so very ashamed of myself. I feel so re-inspired after last night.
Today reminded me.
I finally got to hang out with some really amazing friends of mine who I haven’t seen in a while. They reminded me of how great people can be when they aren’t focused on such petty things. When I’m with them, I don’t feel jealous or greedy. I feel peaceful and happy. That’s how I want to be.
Hungry.
I want Friendlys.
Why does the Universe torture me so?
I gave up on him almost a year ago. He didn’t want to put in the effort. I was tired of doing all of the work to keep up. I haven’t spoken to him since. I avoid him because I still miss him. Dreams of him, his music, and found things we shared while I was cleaning out my room. The last few days have been so painful. Why? He’s not worth it. He hasn’t bothered to talk to me...
Sooo...
I’m putting away my clothes and I run out of hangers and closet space. I still have about 3 laundry baskets worth of clothes to hang up. Oh boy.
I don't mind washing the clothes.
Putting them away is a different story. So much work. I’m so lazy.
I think dirty laundry breeds.
I don’t remember wearing this many clothes. There is just so much of it!
I hate when friends are in relationships.
They never go anywhere without the other. They get all mushy and gross. They rarely stop touching. It’s just all so Eww. (Aside from the occasional decent friend, of course.)
Well...
I would do my laundry more often if the machines were upstairs. I hate going into the basement. I do love doing laundry though.
