i think nudity is boring as hell, my tits especially. sometimes i wish i never showed them. but then i think wait what that’s bullshit.

i am always in a bad mood because i am continually disappointed.

i am writing a new book. it is fiction. it might be a bunch of short stories or it might be one long story. once i have two pages written i am like wow this is an entire story in two pages because i am very concise and i feel details are pointless people can make them up on their own. maybe i will turn it into a choose your own adventure and kill off every single character, maybe. i want people to come away from my story feeling absolutely miserable and desperate and then they will be inspired to write a book and when they sit down they will be overcome with grief or something like it.

i always felt like i was better and smarter than everybody else anyway.

i am a weirdo

i’ve decided to start applying myself.

get these and more styles here.

sarah came over for st.patrick’s day with some whiskey and she was wearing a dress and it was strange.

horny

depression

i really like to read my blog a lot because it is funny and it looks really good and i have really good opinions and i am attractive to look at and i am queen of the underground and i rebel against conformity man like diggit cos my template is so totally grassroots oldschool i am like a cassette tape blowing down the street and you walk over to it and see that it is an ac/dc cassette and you are like “wicked” inside of your head and immediately think of lightning bolts and tattoos well yeah that’s me not you so fuck off.

this rules.

i just got off the phone with sarah and sighed dramatically then exclaimed “i am SO popular.” we are going to hang out later.

this is gremlin st. patrick. he is for sale. make an offer. i made something else too but already drunk gave it away to steve last nite. i even called myself on that to fil saying i should hide my things cos the evil booze monster makes me give them all away. maybe i will tie some ribbon to this guy and wear him for a necklace cos he is green. noel are we hanging out later too at some point tonite?

it’s funny when people say YEAH I AM OK WITH ABORTIONS BUT NOT LIKE WHEN GIRLS USE THEM AS A FORM OF BIRTH CONTROL.

fucking morons. getting an abortion is hard, it’s not something you wake up and just do, there’s a process involved and all this shit you have to do you can’t like get one every other week.

i want to throw rocks at people today.