I've got a mouthful of poison, two coins coated in blood, and I'm worth my weight in gold.
I'm a fighter not a writer.
Life is as follows; you get a hundred coins and then you have 1UP. [For all the n00bz out there, that was a Super Mario reference, not only that, but a Super Mario reference about life, which is something that I need to get, deal with it, or give me a hundred coins. Got it?]
This was once said about me:
"Bitch, your blue hair looks like a hermaphrodite sonnet.Shakespeare would have called you Cacoethes the 8-headed Goddess of natural disaster."
funny people
smart people
quiet people
loud people
watching people
adventure
being impatient
health food
that movie 'Beaches'
the emergency room
get out of jail free cards
good conversation/alists
tattoos
piercings
cuddling
good books
good authors
good artists
horror movies
walking around at night
being in good company
people willing to listen to everything said, not just hear it
learning/teaching
cheap food
nudity
not having to rationalize/logicize myself to others
soy chais
loving the c.d. without owning the c.d.
your mom
the smell of gasoline
the smell of sulfur
chewing my finger nails
biting my lip
picking my nose
pinball
amusing sounds/words in songs (i.e. woo, yeah, let's go, 1-2-3-4)
make believe
a.d.h.d.
unicycles
being understood completely without having to be questioned
asking pointless questions
thrift stores
bad pictures
A.T.D.I.
vegan food
saying "your mom" all the time
sewing
Frank Sinatra
dying my hair
playing pool
biting
scratching
leaving my mark
destroying your "art"
comedy
tragedy
horror
losing
whores
Oprah Winfrey
the entire Bush family
medicine
math
pneumonia
milk
meat
the idea of goat's milk/cheese
sociopaths
being "different"
cleaning up after other people
mar far cat
people speaking foreign languages on buses
selfish bastards
"bi-sexual"
"scene"
"hardcore"
compliments in person
anything that's fake
more than likely you
accidentally un-matching socks
stubborn people
writing in English with no spell checker
paying for stuff
name droppers
ignorance
statistics
unexpected loud noises
accidental feedback during music
clowns
clones
people
repeating myself because someone isn't fucking listening
High school is a really heinous institution. Girls in identically labeled, color variations on the same 2 acceptable outfits back stab each other verbally at the same moment that they tell so-and-so how CUTE her TOP is, omfg! Jocks give all the scenester emo kids a good reason to continue adopting a 'counter-culture' identity defined by exactly how recognizable and widespread it is, a good reason to do so. No wonder so many song writers got so whiny. Except for the approximate 13 students in any given public high school that either have the money, the supreme arrogance, or the oblivion to end up 'above it all,' I'd say the whole experience falls around the 7th circle of hell or so, but then again who am I to say? I've never been to hell, and I dropped out of high school. Quiero ver personas más desnudas.
