patron saint of liars and fakes

"in order to be irreplaceable one must always be different." -coco chanel

fuck you for not letting me tell him what i wanted. you insisted on doing it. and then, of course, you got it wrong. and now everything is ruined, and whether you liked it or not, it’s your fault. no, i will not calm down, because YOU screwed up. when have i ever wanted just one of those two things? why wouldn’t i want the other - it’s my birthday. and now you’re pissed because i’m ‘acting out’ and ‘ruining my day’. well fuck it, it’s my day. and as for ruining it, you already did. so congratulations.

i don’t want any fucking cake.

Sep 13th, 2009 @ 11:39 am

fuck i hate my family.

the brother, who doesn’t know shit about shit, is annoying, rude, and a delinquent. basically, everything that is wrong with the world.

and the mother? uptight, nasal, bitchy, hormonal, and everything that makes me want to take a fork and jam it in my eye.

it’s 8.39 am and i alraedy want to shoot myself.

at least i can stand my dad and my sister.

Sep 11th, 2009 @ 10:17 pm

you know what i just found out? my poor defensless, wouldn’t hurt a fly cousin got punched. now he has a black eye, and he came home from school bleeding. he’s fourteen, a freshman, but generally seems to be an elementary school child because he has aspergers (a form of autism). why did he get punched? because some dumb ass seventeen year old punk said “you bullied my little brother!” on his way home from school. and IT WASNT EVEN HIM. a stupid girl told the boy that it was someone wearing an orange shirt, and this genuis just figured it was ian (my cousin).

fuck idiotic people.

this just reminds me of the two fucking cops who tazed and pepper sprayed a DEAF, MENTALLY CHALLENGED man because he wouldn’t come out of the bathroom in a grocery store. because he couldn’t HEAR them.

fuckers.

Sep 4th, 2009 @ 10:23 pm

Aug 31st, 2009 @ 12:28 am

i deleted my twitter.

@ 12:27 am

i have a question. what does a college student “look” like? when i think of the ultimate chic, i think of a supermodel. you know, like kate moss or agyness dean. or camilla, from childhoodflames.blogspot.com (check her out, she’s like fifteen with legs to her cheeks and the best wardrobe since ever). for example, camilla: she dresses in denim, black, white, grey, heels, and oxfords .. and thats about it. not just for a day, but really - all the time. and her room? all metal, white, and light brown wood. its so chic. and when i think of what my dorm is going to look like next year, i’m torn. half between decking it all out in minimalism white, and half in just random colorful crap from urban outfitters. the latter usually looks like a half assed attempt to copy a hipster or juno, and the first would make me feel like a poser half the time, not to mention i would freak if i ever got something spilled on it. it’s like, i’m in the transition period and i don’t know who i want to be. and it’s killing me.