"Stine" Like A Bee

I don't even wanna hear it, this is the MacGregor clan bitches! Shut your mouth! Royal Scottish blood here, what, what? My great great great, etc. Pops Willy Billy Wallace fought for FREEDOM. Yea...That's what I thought.THINGS THAT BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE: Goosebumps and butterflies, my niece and nephew, my Pop’s interpretation of beef stew and deodorant, my Ma’s worst case scenarios, my brother’s laugh and smile, venting sessions with my sister-in-law, all the chaos my friends and I can cause. Tim Burton. Going to any show, LOVE music. Intimidating other females that deserve it. Going on missions. Having a plan and not having a plan. Taking back what’s mine. Cats, dogs, llamas, emus, and monkeys…actually most of the animal kingdom. Getting lost and found. Finally remembering that person’s name in that movie. Raging it. Dancing like I would when I was a kid. Discovering sayings that would make excellent T-shirts. Going to the gym (yes! It’s finally fun!). Coffee Tuesdays. CAMPING. Watching water. Watching fire. Boxing (a new interest). Sunrises. Songs or movies that I can identify with. Hiking. Playing pool. Taking dogs for walks and car rides. BITING. My hat and shades. Rocking out. Writing/reading poetry. Finding things that are great to have a cigarette after. Deli sandwiches. St. Patrick’s Day. Autumn. Green and other earthy tones. Shakedown Street. Long baths. Playing tricks on people. Laughing til it hurts and smiling til it makes my face sore. Orange crackers with peanut butter. Vitamin water – all flavors except fruit punch. My girl Mary Jane. Tulips, roses, and daisies. Hard-working, devoted, and loving parents that put their children first. Long and strange trips. Pancakes and waterfalls. The BEACH. Thunder and lightning. Miss New York only because she must be the most dramatic female on TV. Organization. Chaos. Spooning my cat. Long drives with some smoke, coffee, good tunes, and good company. Karma. Helping people out. Cheese. Hotels. Sweet lovin’s. Candles that smell good. White pizza with broccoli. Cold side of the pillow. Guitar. Big and small adventures. Weaponry. People that can take care of themselves. Boys that work with their hands. Kicking ass. Certain growls. THINGS I COULD CARE LESS FOR: Most, if not all Techno music. People who don’t have strong identities and are only bits and pieces of x lovers. People that are proud of doing scumbag drugs. Stubbing my toe. Wrists. Balloons popping. Unemployed people that have children that think it’s okay to smoke a blunt with the money Mom, Dad, or the government gave to them, rather than maybe treating their kid to ice cream. Selfish assholes. Women that are pregnant that continue to smoke, drink, and do drugs (you girls should be shot in the fucking face). Smelly people. Weird lurkers (some lurkers are okay). People that stare. Tony Todd. Madonna. Girls that have no respect for themselves. Straight up meatheads. People that won’t admit that they’re wrong. People that try to be so different that they end up being as stupid as the people that they are trying so hard not to be. People that dress one way assumes all people that dress differently from them is shallow-doesn’t that make you shallow? Shallow people. Sketchy people. Clubs-never been to one and I’d like to keep it that way, bring me to a f’n concert please! People that don’t know that I know about the mistakes they’ve made and call me out for doing the same shit they did. Those stupid furry boots, sorry Debbie. Homework (when I’m in school…) Goat cheese. This stupid war. Knocking the ash try over. Losing something I just had in my hands 2 seconds ago and spending 10 minutes to find it again. Bad drivers. Getting punched in the tit. When my cat cries for no reason other than demanding attention at 6 am.

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