a few things are on my mind we had quite an adventure today! dont tailgate certain people or else youll get fucked (and then we get fucked...). but honestly, dont play 'lets fuck with the tailgater and go 20 in a 40 mile zone.' it doesnt work out that well for you in the end. i say fuck way too much. i dont know why, it makes me happy, but i need to stop if i want to be a lady. boys are dominating everyones life lately, its fuckin ridiculous, this needs to stop as well. since im basically not doing anything but being tired, i live my life in front of the tv. ok not really but thats not the point. im watching the outsiders, and as much as a fuckin BABE FEST it is, its the most pussy ass movie ive ever seen. for a movie thats supposed to be about oooh the tough greasers that are sooo manly, ive never seen anything with so much crying and hugging and touching. the best part of the movie was when he killed a guy and it all went down hill from there with all the emotions and feelings and holy shit, even more homoerotic touching. which is really fine by me but dont try to pass that shit off as being manly. people are becoming so annoying. everybody needs to just chill the fuck out. maybe this is why i hate everyone. JAYKAY zander wrote a story based on my ny adventure. heres an excerpt: "Then there was the tongue piercing. Trained up to the city to find one of those underground tattoo parlors of legends past with one good friend and more rude passengers. Down ten streets and up eleven we hit the described destination marked by its ominous flying skull insignia above the door. A heavily inked Mexican built like a pit-bull took us down black, steep stairs lined with florescent images of dragons and broken hearts. The basement looked like I would imagine illegitimate abortion clinics might. After my age had been verified by purely verbal means, the Mexican sat me in a chair and mumbled orders, “stick your tongue out, hold it to the top of your mouth, against and between your left teeth.” He found the right position for the axel of my word machine and marked it in his mind with a thick metal pin. I shut my eyes but he was good at his job; I didn’t even flinch when that pin impaled me. My friend got her bellybutton done and we headed down eleven streets and up ten to the train. It had taken longer than we’d realized and we ended up in a sprint across everything. We sped over train tracks, behind and through massive pillars and monuments to the locomotive gods and past all those halted cars only to reach a closed door with a uniform behind it shaking his head. Not so bad; we shuffled onto the 5:38 instead. Another uniform kept us from sleeping as she patrolled the car, keeping our feet off her precious chairs and her precious lights in our eyes. When we finally did fall asleep, she somehow forgot to tell us our stop and that left us too far from home too late at night." -zander fieschko >mr. ocity, the love of my life and my HUSBAND basically, im a pretty big asshole, so im sorry if ive been being a bitch lately. im sorry but dont expect it to stop anytime soon.