Man society pisses me off. My dad and I were just having a discussion. Some people were bugging me about not wearing a bra the other day. So I was going on about how stupid it was. And how when a girl doesn't wear a bra it's taken as a sexual suggestion. I mean like, what the hell? Bras aren't exactly the most comfortable things to wear. And not like I need one. I don't have much to sag... haha. Than we started getting into how if a guy were to screw 6 girls he's considered a "stud" or whatever and society doesn't really frown upon it. However when a FEMALE does the EXACT same act, she is considered a slut. How stupid is that? Just because we don't have anything dangling between our legs means we can't do what we want to do? Men can act however the hell they want and women can't? Than again, that's not 100% true because when a man is a little more in touch with their feminine side he is automatically pegged as a "fag". God, it's so mind boggingly (if that's even a word) frustrating and confusing how our society thinks. Why not instead of ignoring or really making our differences obvious, why don't we just accept and respect the fact that both sexes are different. Why can't we all just be treated and considered equal? Why can't we all just get along?
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE MAN!
MAC AND CHEESE! I HAVE MAC AND CHEESE! I LIKE MAC AND CHEESE! YAY FOR MAC! YAY FOR CHEESE! YAY FOR MAC AND CHEESE! YAY! MAC AND THE CHEESE!
Friday, November 15, 2002
Went to meet Brittany in Kensington in order to kick this chicks ass, but the chick never showed up. Pussy... oh well...
But while we were at the train station this guy was like trying to rape or beat up his PREGNANT girlfriend. Some guy Brittany brought along... Andrew went to go "talk" to him. But he lost them. Than some cops came and headed down the street they were headed... so we're hoping everything is okay.
So yes... after waiting for nearly an hour I went home. But yet again I was screwed over by Transit. Waited for half an hour for a bus. So I just decided to walk. I was supposed to be home at around 7 to respond to Brooklyn's call. However, waiting for that little whore of a bus, I made it home at around 7:45. And she never called back. So I didn't get to go to any party.... oh well.
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Seriously, what is with me and my reference to monkeys and sex lately. Kinky Monkey Sex... Horny Little Monkey. Rob suggested I had a monkey fetish... but we all know who has the monkey fetish now Rob huh? Haha...
Ya and people keep on walking away or I walk away when I'm talking to someone. Like the other day I was telling Emily my dream about an evil baby and she says hold on and I don't hear her so I continue walking. So here I am talking about an evil baby that changes color to no one in particular. As if everyone at school doesn't already think I'm insane. This has just sealed those suspicions. Oh well...
Dougall apologized for trying to rape me... good Dougall. Well like I always say. A penis is like a cancerous tumor. It begins to grow at puberty and starts to take over everything. Your body... especially your brain... so tragic...
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
That bastard Ted.... the Noodle. He's going around telling people I practically raped him. Oh! I didn't know what she was doing. Oh! I don't remember anything. Bull shit. He was willingly participating in these activities and he even said that he wanted to remain sober that night. Why why why did I have to screw such a pussy? I seriously couldn't give a shit what peoples opinions of me are. Just so long as they're getting the truth. I swear I'm gonna kill that little pussy boy.
And Dougall was trying to rape me...
Saturday/Sunday/Monday, November 9/10/11, 2002
YAY! I got me a RAINBOW belt! And a scarf with lots of pretty colors... I like colors... My dad called me a total stoner when I was admiring the colors... pffft. And pants... but those aren't important. Honest to god, PANTS?!?!?
My dad and I were at Revy and we started talking about crucifixion in the middle of the nail and screw aisle... it was odd... it was kinda like: "Gee, these nails look good for crucifying someone!" "Indeed they do. And you know it is Sunday today." "Why I believe that would be accurate. What a perfect day for crucifixion. You can show Jesus how much you love him. By crucifying yourself!" That is when I broke out in song of "Satan Loves Me". A song he and I created earlier when discussing the damn churchies who park where ever the hell they want to and how annoying it was... Than I rode around in the cart while people gave me funny looks... I wonder why...
I must warn all of you to NEVER sleep with someone. And I don't mean having sex, I mean like actually SLEEPING WITH someone. Afterwards sleeping by yourself is just so lonely and empty. It sucks ass... perhaps I can convince my dad to let Dan sleep over here... Hmmmm...
Song I like right now is "Happiness Is A Warm Gun" by The Beatles... I've been listening to alot of them lately... "I Am The Walrus" is uh, interesting... I like it! The video is even weirder... I like that too! Ah yes and "Roadhouse Blues by The Doors. They're guitar and organ are pretty amazing. And of course we can't forget sweet little Jimmy and his brilliant lyrics. People analyze them too much however. I mean, most poetry really doesn't have a hidden meaning. It's just written for the beauty of all the words flowing together. And than the music just enhances the listening process. Yay for music!