April 28th, 2003

fuck you

Arrarrarrarrarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

I am going to bite off my nose and attack my lungs with a wire scrub brush. Then I'm going to rip out every tooth in my head and eat nothing but steak milkshakes for the rest of my life.

And then... and then I'm going to buy new pants. Ones that fit. Maybe I'll even buy girl!pants this time around. Because I'm sick of having to hold up my jeans when I run and constantly worry about whether my ugly underwear is showing. Hehe. Amphetemines make you skinny, yo. Not that I'll ever actually be skinny, but I probably look a little bit better.

Oh! Oh! Oh holy shit! We now interrupt this journal entry for the most ignorant, but well-written condemnation of what I like to do! :D From one "Julia Iscariot." I applaud her leaving her name. And email! How sweet. If I wasn't such a coward, I'd totally send this.

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I love it when she compares me to the Marquis de Sade. That's the best part. It's like when one of my father's students compared him to Jeffery Dahmer.

This just makes me want to tug out my Marty/George hurt/comfort and do some serious work on it...
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