i'm ok with bikini bars...

as long as people are honest about its function.


PLEASE never tell me that you go there for the food. That has got to be the most ridiculously transparent excuse EVER. OKAY, maybe the food tastes better cuz you get an extra side of cleavage and ass for a 20 dollar tip. A guy telling me he goes to Hooters for the chicken wings is really telling me just how many colours are in his chauvinist rainbow, not because he likes his male ego stroked by someone he could never score, but because he really thinks I'm just that dumb or naive.




Anyways. Today I just... stopped caring. I don't know how I can bring it back... Or if I really want to?














He stopped telling me he loves me. What does that mean?

better off dead.

there's nothing but trouble ahead. i can smell it like the earthen, metallic smell of flammable liquids and flint before everything incinerates. it's actually pretty pleasant, so don't assume i'm approaching this rough patch in a negative manner, the perfume of misfortune. the commercial for it would read something like danger, passion, pain, fresh, and some lingerie model would roll around on a satin laden bed like there's something inside she can't get out.


it's tears. it's implied. the site of actual emotion being displayed in a commercial is the biggest buzz-kill. and marketing is about getting people off without making them feel too bad about it.

don't say i'm bitter. my boyfriend is cheating on me and i can't even make my own bed. say i have a seratonin deficiency and prescribe some heavy-duty sedatives to dry up that well of emotion that's been sloshing around inside of me all these years.

my blog is not "green"

I suppose I could have easily recycled one of my old blogs, but there's something eerie about having the past so close to the future.

Not that there's much of a difference.

Honestly, this blog is here to serve the purpose of fooling myself into believing that I'm being productive. Works so far.. Blogging is the cure-all for restlessness, anxiety, and warts. Proof positive? I'm satisfied enough to put my head down for the day... and it's only an hour and sixteen minutes in! Get your own today and get a free patented feeling of self-satisfaction.

2 pillows.