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| I am striking against Myspace. I hate it. It's just a big fucking popularity contest. If you have big boobs, a big ass, and a small waistline you are in. You'll be making "friends" with people halfway around the world that you don't even know! I am sick of it. I also HATE the stupid posts people put up. Who cares if you put up new pictures, you're ugly anyways.
Ok I am done venting for now... maybe
Here is a random fact ill just throw out there. Moxie is the oldest soda brand in America. MOXIE. Has anyone ever tasted Moxie. It tastes like old carburetor oil. It's completely disgusting, not a likeable beverage at all. How it managed to last this long on the market is a wonder to me.
I had something really interesting to write earlier, before class. But now my brain is mush. It's not like anyone reads this anymore anyways.
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| It has been an awfully long time since I have updated this and I am actually quite disgusted in myself. No really, I am. I do this sometimes, neglect my xanga for a couple of months and then come back to it. By that time no one bothers to check it anymore and I can write whatever the hell I want to, even though I still probably won't.
Another reason for neglect, life in Salisbury is as interesting as a snail climbing a tree. Worst part is, I have no salt.
Philly is my only escape. I love going there. Everytime I get close to the city and I see the cityscape, my heart starts to race and my adrenaline starts pumping. I know what you think, you think Im just a small town girl who doesn't know a thing. But I have been to NYC, and it's just too big for me.
Philly is were my family is. Not friends, not blood relatives, but my family. Everytime I go back and visit it is like I am still living there. We laugh together, eat together, watch movies together, and just have an amazingly good time. We care for each other like we were all brothers and sisters, and I love it.
Ok, now that I totally got mushy on myself I think this will be the end of my post for tonight. Goodnight! | | |
| "Hope is what you find at the bottom of a bourbon bottle."
That is my quote of the day. It is also my blog for today. Sorry... I have not been in the writing mood. | | |
| I'm alone and I'm an easy target
I need to stop abusing myself, taking the blame for everyone else's faults. I am tired of being the scapegoat, the dumb blonde, the slut. I am none of these and I will no longer absorb these insults. I am strong at heart and I am now going to rebuild it, the way it use to be. I will no longer be naive, easily tricked, and used. I am going to stop using other things to fill this empty void and instead fill it with a pure substance. Something not easily obtained but it is my goal. (And no I am not talking about drugs)
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| I am on a witch hunt and YOU are at the top of my shit list!
After being a loyal user for the past 3 years, Xanga finally hooks me up. But now I don't know what to do with it all, so if the posts are a little too colorful or out of place... deal with it.
I am jacked up on the steroids the doctor gave me and I am going crazy. I am like a ten year old on crack. It's fun... I think.
I had a serious (but drunk) conversation with a friend last night and he made some major points. On the contrary to what we think, guys are not evil, they are just horny and dumb. But women, women are evil. We plot and devise ways to make our enemies suffer. And not only to we do this to guys, but to each other. It's like some kind of competition for us, and the most devious one wins. Unlike guys, we fight with our minds and that can be more lethal then a pair of fists at times.
Moral of the story is: Don't trust women, they are evil and will already have your death arranged before the first date is over.
But you don't trust men either, because they are dumb and think with the wrong head. | | |
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