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design | host happy VD detesto el dia de san valentin. yay. i can be the bilingual bitter bitch. i'm failing algebra and i got punched in the mouth by my brother... because i corrected his grammar. Noun placement my ass. the sentence was a trainwreck and my brother has mental problems. my parents went out to dinner on this most joyous of stupid holidays--- so they can pretend they don't have any kids for a few hours. that's what i would do if i were stuck with us. stick my fingers in my ears whenever i could. la la la i can't hear you. there's a check right next to me to pay for the pizza when it comes. empty carbohydrates to take residence on my ass. i've eaten nothing but chocolate all day, and i should have counted on my parents ditching out on dinner- because i've been craving an elvis special all day. yes ma'am. peanut butter, bananas and bacon with the crust cut off. i know no one cares, but i'm sort of sad. ok well not sort of... it's that deep, profound sad where you want to scream it into an abyss how sad you are and can't understand how everyone else just walks along living when nothing makes any sense and i might as well be on drugs because i seem to be coming down off of something all the time and my grades are shit. i left the tv on turner classic movies when i got home (this was before i got punched in the face,) and watched a few movies... one had henry fonda in it. he was proposing to this woman, and then she left him and came back in disguise and he fell in love with her all over again... and proposed and they got married... and then it broke up, and he met her again but she was the lady from before, and he told her he loved her and they kissed... those old black and white movie kisses where they smash their faces together. fuck fuck fuck i wish i were drunk or high or something. to quote chuck (who would look damn fine in hotpants i don't care what he says,) "Curse you, sobriety. Curse your black heart."
detesto el dia de san valentin y espero que pasas hoy solo y triste--- porque la vida no es justa. i need to grow up. |