You know that feeling of slight animosity you get when you buy a shirt and someone buys then wears the same thing right after you? Or when you get into a hobby and someone snags it from under you? It’s like they’re slowly but surely stealing your identity and it’s damn tiring. I’m sorry I had to get it off my chest because it has lingered long enough. Get your own identity instead of stealing mine or anyone elses’.

GAZINGA! - Colin Mohnacs

Bitches be jockin’ my style.

That was a good book. It made me tear up because I kept putting myself in her shoes, though I’m sure everyone does that. I love how the author never goes in great depth about his character descriptions. It almost leaves everything open to interpretation. I couldn’t help but imagine Amanda Seyfried and Channing Tatum, though. However, at certain points, I was able to muster my own interpretation of the characters and scenes. I feel like the movie won’t give the book justice as they almost never do. Take Twlight for example, haha. The movie sucked ass.

I truly love reading, I just never have the time to do it. I want to free read more, but it’s hard when you have book assignments on top of more book assignments.

I’m going to read Dear John. Then The Lovely Bones. I’m tired of school books. They prevent me from actually reading something enjoyable.

So it should be known that my sister is the biggest bitch in the world. Nobody has ever made me so angry even if they tried. She thinks she’s godly and motherly. She thinks she’s fucking older than me with the disrespect she gives. She loves to remind me how lazy I am. But don’t worry I remind her how dumb she is. Fuck. I used to be the biggest bitch ever but damn she passed me by a mile. I have really calmed down over the last few years but she makes it so difficult for me to like not punch her in her fat nose. I do not deserve it.

ain’t it? Life lately has been a game of telephone. Saying “That dog has spots,” somehow turns into “That pregnant spotted dog has hip dysplasia.” Or more so a mind game… “Whoa she isn’t sitting next to me” = “She hates my guts and wants me to die!11!” 

Just stop playing, it’s childish. It’s no wonder why people fight and bicker all the time. If you hear something out of the ordinary, confront the person. Everyone claims to have the balls, so go ahead and use them for once.

Anyway, I’m almost done with my painting of my firecrotch :) 

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