I always give up..

on blogging, then slowly my brain gets filled with a thousand thoughts at once and I can’t get them out fast enough. BUT! I found a solution, I now have a laptop so I can lay in bed and write until I have nothing left to say.

This will happen later. For now, I’m going to go explode from all the christmas food I’ve consumed.

Hey, please take the knife out of my back.

I can already tell this whole blog is going to turn into a rant blog. You’ve been warned!
I have no problem with being honest and up front but apparently, just because I don’t like someone and actually let it be a KNOWN thing, I’m a bad person? So sorry to disappoint you. I never knew telling the truth and not sugar coating things was a terrible trait to have. Let me just kiss your ass some more!

..Not.

Why would I bother being nice to someone if I don’t even like them? I don’t see the problem here. I don’t get why people actually expect me to pretend to like someone instead of letting them know, HEY BITCH, I CAN’T FUCKING STAND YOU. Is there some type of rules to this? Did I miss the memo? Am I only suppose to talk mindless bullshit behind your back and act like the best-of-friends to your front? ‘Cause really, I’m not into that and I consider it a GOOD THING. (Great even. FANTASTIC. I am an amazing person.)


I’m hardly saying I never talk shit about behind peoples backs. Let’s face it, EVERYONE does. Plus, I’m female, It’s in our genes. I can’t like everyone all of the time, it’s impossible for me or ANYONE. I’m only human. I have this problem though if I’ve talked shit about you and I genuinely like you, I end up confessing and feeling bad/apologising. (Or saying it to your face in the first place. I keep it real.)

Also, I hate this stupid idea that just because I’m friends with someone YOU hate, I should hate them hate also. What kind of messed up crap is that? As well as choosing on who I should like and dislike, do you want to feed me too? I’m PRETTY SURE (read: positive) I can make up my OWN mind. Thanks, though!

I expect people to honest with me. So why not return it? I have no problem if you tell me how much you dislike me, shout it from the rooftops. At least you’re not acting as if you like me just so I can turn around and you can shove your knife right into my spine. (Nothing is worse than that!)

“Backstab = Betrayal (as by a verbal attack against one not present) especially by a false friend.”

I’ve never been a “FALSE” friend. (In all honestly I am a brilliant fucking friend.) I’m telling you I don’t like you yet when you hear me saying the exact same thing I JUST said to you to someone else, you throw a tantrum and proceed to say all these nasty things in return. Plus why do you even care? You don’t like me either. The only difference between us is that: YOU talk behind my BACK, then when you’re talking to me, you act like I’m your BFF. (FYI: THAT. IS. BACK-STABBING. AT. IT’S. FINEST.) And I’d rather just say it to you.

“I’d rather just be a good person and be nice to everyone.” REALLY?! REALLLLLLY?!!?! ‘Cause being a good person consists of lying and deceiting people. SURE! I’d rather be a bad person then.

HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY PEOPLE. Please, try it.

And next time just simply call me a bitch. I have no problem with that.

Is it embarrassingly lame to say I miss my boyfriend?

Because I definitely do. Ugh.

Edward Cullen ruined my life.

Ever since I read Twilight I have not been able to get into any other book. I constantly re-read the whole series. I can’t even tell you how much times I’ve read each one. Once I finish Breaking Dawn, I start all over again.

Most people would be surprised to find out I can even read let alone enjoy it. I would rather snuggle in bed with a good book then go out “dR1nk1nG” on a saturday night. (I know right, I’m a sixty year old lady trapped in an eighteen year old body.) So I’m forcing myself to get out of my twilight obsession and read “The time traveler’s wife” by Audrey Niffenegger. Wish me luck!

I have nothing to actually blog about.

Except that I realized I will never be able to get along with the majority of females. I was born the wrong sex. I cannot stand the drama they bring. (To the yard.)

There’s “talking shit” and then there’s letting your mouth run so fast that your brain obviously cannot keep up so you’re talking countless amounts of bullshit that you’ve pulled straight from your ass.

I think I need to round up all these ridiculous excuses for human beings and teach them a lesson. I mean, I LOVE bitching. It’s probably on my top five list of things to do. Make that top three. But it’s within reason and I wouldn’t sit there thinking up a whole story made up in my bat-crazy mind about someone I don’t even talk to. What’s the point? It’s funner to gossip about people you actually know.

I really wish I was a man so I could punch these bitches in the face and everyone could just move the fuck on.

Love.

“Easy word to spell. Easy word to say. Most people throw around the word “love” like it’s nothing. But it’s definitely something. It’s that “I can live without you, but I just don’t want to” kind of feeling that you get when you see that special someone. It’s more than romance, more than the exchange of sweet words. It’s the feeling of holding hands, soft kisses on the cheek, knowing that no matter what you’re going through in life, no matter how you’re feeling, that special someone will always be there to brighten your day, to know how to make you smile in their own special way. Don’t throw the word “love” around like it’s nothing, cause it’s everything. Never tell someone you love them when you don’t. Wait for that special someone, the one person that makes “love” what it is.”

If I wanted to see that much skin..

..I’d become a lesbian.

Halloween+girls should be illegal because all it equals is sluts.

I’m pretty sure if you aren’t one of the opposite sex and you aren’t one of the open-legged bitches that dressed up as a “bunny” “angel” or a “sexy nurse” (because, really, regular nurses just won’t do.) you will agree with me wholeheartedly.

I hate everything about this holiday. I hate it so much I can’t even write a proper blog describing why and how much I hate it. I keep deleting paragraphs only to replace them with even shittier ones.

Seriously.

Fuck halloween.