Thursday, May 18, 2006
riddled with explicitives. FUCK.

      FUCK. FUCK. The old blogging when you are so fucking pissed off that you can't see straight. Fucking technology. I'm going to be straight up with this and it's all going to be complaining because this is my blog and you don't have to fucking read it and I can say whatever the fuck I want. So if I want to bitch, then I will. What the fuck did I do to start this horrible chain of events. God hates me. Or something.

      Here Tasha, have a nice pile of: car breaking down, YOUR ONLY SOURCE OF MONEY RIGHT NOW BECAUSE YOU NEED IT TO DO YOUR FUCKING JOB, every single fucking week. Your boss is a huge bitch, some fucking asshole hates you and fucking gets in my FUCKING BUSINESS, all the fucking while, complaining that people won't stay out of his damn business. Get fucked you piece of shit. Your mother hates you and tells you you're annoying because she's a fucking bitch. By the way, you're just like her, did I mention that Tash? Nobody fucking remembers my birthday party even after I fucking send out a damn invitation to fucking damn near everyone I fucking know. Which by the way ends up being one the worst 'parties' I've ever had. Oh, and barely any friends show up.

      Here is this piece of shit for you. I found it in the garbage. I hope you like it. You don't like chinese, right? Oh you do, that's new? Oh, it's not? Oh well, I always get you and Kayley mixed up. *GLARE* You're gonna get kicked out of your house because your mother thinks you're ugly and she's God, so no tattoos or piercings because they make you UGLY. People you looked up to have blocked you on MSN for no reason, you fucking bitch. Fuck you and your self richeous attitute. I'm a bitch but at least I'll tell you to your fucking face. Oh, and the rest of your life hinging on getting into school? Well, don't you worry. You only have to save up money for it while you're trying to get your car repaired so that you can CONTINUE to make said money. Oh all your courses are already full. Sorry. Guess you'll have to live here longer with someone who thinks a fucking giraffe is better than HELPING ME GET ON WITH THE REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE SO I CAN GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE ALL THIS FUCKING SHIT BEHIND.