Soooo

I'm not saying that having a baby is a bad thing by any means at all, but when it's my ex and he knocked up on of the three girls, that I know of, that he was cheating on me with. Well that's just pretty damn funny to me. I'm so glad it wasn't me.

Babe

Stacey and I's future lesbian love child.

Chey/Shawnzie

Babe, listen. Look at this fucking love connection! Have you ever seen two people more in love? I think not! Don't they just look like a couple that would have lots of cats, hipster bikes, drift cars, love all things azian, worship the moon, fuck in graveyards, wish they were a vampire, watch funny shows like The Mighty Boosh and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, wear black framed glasses, love all things gypsy, mermaids, goddesses, unicorns, rainbows, the Twilight series, werewolves, witches, Halloween, tattoos, 40's, and most importantly name their first born after me? YES!

For Alex...

Cut my wrists.
Slice my veins.
Kiss my sores.
Scratch out my eyes.
Bury me alive.
Two red roses sitting on my coffin.

Today I sat in the graveyard wishing I was under the ground with them all, having the worms eat my corpse. I just want to be released from this cruel world. I only find peace in the darkness. The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. Let my tears fall from my face. I love the feeling of putting a razor to my wrist and opening my veins. It's such a release. All I want is the emptiness and calm as my own blood flows from my pale flesh. I find so much comfort from the feeling of a noose around my neck. I just want to be rid of this sick, twisted world!

THIS IS THE FACE THAT MAKES ME WANT TO END IT ALL!

P.S. This is a total joke and I don't want to kill myself at all. Haha.

HAAAALP!

I want to go to Aveda in either Whorelando or Trampa so fucking bad but I can't get a cosigner on my loan. Instead I've been trying to get into this school Heritage in Jacksonville. I'm just really scared because I don't even know if it's a good choice or not. I'm having such a hard time getting in contact with people there. They never call me back when they say they will and half the time when I call the person I am asking for isn't even there. I just wish I had credit so I wouldn't need a cosigner and I could just go to school here and then move back down to Florida after I graduate. I just don't know what to do. I don't know how to go about getting financial aid or anything like that and it scares me. I wish I would have gone to school right after I graduated but I was always so scared to since my family moves so much. I was so concerned that I would have just started school and my parents would already be talking about moving yet again. I mean shit, I would have graduated from Aved in St. Pete over a year ago. I got accepted, I took the tour, I got a fucking parking pass and everything. Then I found out that all of my relatives refused to cosign my loan, "what if she can't do it and drops out?". Fuck them all. I literally have almost no relationship with anyone outside of my immediate family, which would just be my parents. I just wish this was all so much easier and that I could just have someone else do everything to get me into school and all I would have to do is attend. Ugh! I hate life.

Soulmates

I'm probably posting so much that it's obnoxious but I just can't help but share these pictures. My old man. <3 He's going to be a whoopin' 14 years old in April. I wish he could live forever! He's so sweet. I love my Skeet Skeet. I remember when we first adopted him from the Humane Society in Ft. Lauderdale. He was so tiny and we almost got his sister too. They could have been Skeeter and Skeetette. He had to live in my bedroom for 3 weeks because he had kennel cold and we didn't want Baby to get it too, but they used to play with each other under the door. That must be why he always wants to sleep with me or have me hold him like a baby. Then he got super fat because when my grandma was alive and lived with us in Deerfield Beach she would secretly feed him food off her plate all the time. Now he is old, loud, always hungry, skinny, walks like a raccoon, and has horrible breath. But he still loves to give me kisses while holding my face.

people of wal*mart

I love that website and I always see amazing people at any and all walmarts that I want to take photos of yet I never seem to get close enough to take a good picture....until today. Look at that glorious cone shaped weave. Ahhhhh godly.

baby mamma

So my mom got her very first piece of mail from AARP today and she freaked out. It was pretty funny.

uebiwbibpibusib

I'm about to be all gross and girly and mushy. DEAL WITH IT! I have no other way to vent about this because I'm not the kind of person to talk about things like this, so this is perfect. I'm not even trying to get my hopes up and jump into this really fast because I made that mistake with Mike and obviously that turned out to be the shittiest situation of them all. I don't regret dating Mike. I just wish things would have ended differently, on good terms. Oh well, he looses. Hahaha. In a sense I'm almost kind of glad that I got one other "serious" relationship out of the way before this one came back along. I mean come on. Everyone has said it to me so I mine as well face the fact that it's like one of those stories on Oprah or some sappy romantic movie. I've never ever for one second in the last 5 years stopped having feelings for David. It's crazy to think that if I hadn't ever moved away we might have just celebrated a 5 year anniversary instead of starting a whole new relationship. Weird. I would have broken up with any guy in a heartbeat for him. Real (period) Talk (period). He's one of the funniest guys I have ever met and just such a good guy. I really like that he doesn't constantly tell me how beautiful and amazing and perfect I am because I think that if any guy were to ever say those kind of things to me all the time again like Mike did then I would just be like, "Pshhhhh yeah right. Tell that to all your other girlfriends" <<< literally since he had 3 others behind my back. I have big time trust issues now because of him but I know that of all the guys in the world, David is the one guy I don't have to worry about lying and/or cheating on me. He just literally could not do that to someone. I mean look at him! Whooooo. I gotz me a ginger. The uniform helps a little too. ;) I just really really like him a lot. I hope things work out really well, I just want him to come home from Iraq already! Sorry for the ghey post.

The beginning.

<<<< Look at this fucking hipster! Stacey prompted me to make this. I'm new to this whole trendy hipster blogging deal. Hopefully I will write in here often. It's mainly just going to be my personal little love journal to Stacey. Yay! I'm pretty pissed about a certain douche bag right now but that's okay because I found a plastic Christmas tree by the dumpster today in a box with lights built into it and a gold Santa Claus boot ornament inside the box with it. It is now in my living room. Although I've never had one Christmas without a real live (well at one time) tree it's okay because that means less money towards presents and HOPEFULLY a pit bull puppy. Which as we all know pwns a dead tree in your house for 3 weeks once a year. Yippie! By the way... I'm stoked for Stacey to smell like smoke, liquor, vag, and dirty old men. <3