happy st patricks day you mother fuckers.

how does it feel? suck suck suck

If you’re single, it’s time to get out there and resume your hunt for the perfect partner. You’ll be amazed at how many prospective admirers will want to have a shot at the title, too. All you have to do is get dressed and get yourself on the scene. You’ll be the center of attention, no matter where you are — and for only the loveliest of reasons. Your big, beautiful brain makes you unique more than anything you wear, and all you have to do to let your amazing intellect shine is open your mouth. Start talking! hey yahoo, fuck off.

you know, some girls shouldn’t wear really tight shorts to the gym when they have thick or fat asses…it really isn’t attractive.

ok, so i’m talking to jen and i say something about she-hag being probly the hottest girl i’ve dated…and a minute later i got an email from her. and no, she doesn’t email all the time. last email i’ve gotten was probably a couple weeks ago, so i can’t “judge” the timing or expect them. coincidence?

i got the new pics from the mardi gras party posted on my photo album. go take a peek if you want to see how much fun it was and how sexy i am.

i think my new response to people when they say “whatsup” is going to be this: person: “hey whats up?” me: “oh, just the number of insensitive backstabbing fucks at DTAG.”

Someone from your past is probably going to call you up today. It’s going to be really weird hearing from them after so long. It’s also going to be really great. You’re not usually stubborn-hearted, but you just can’t let this go. Respect your own need for time to process — some sweet distractions are on the way anyhow. no shit, thanks fucking yahoo.

i also remember emailing a post to my blog on saturday…i was highly intoxicated and i don’t know what i wrote. i accidentally erased the email too, so i’m waiting to be surprised with what i said…that and if it actually shows up… too bad if i hurt anyone’s feelings with those words. i’m sure it was something i wanted to say…but i’ve blacked it out from that night.

blah… i had a good weekend, went out with briz on friday, ate and ran around…went home and played World of Warcraft for a while…it’s good stuff. saturday…i got my new tattoo, this makes number 12 for me. it’s the chinese symbol for dragon, my chinese horoscope. i got it on the back of my neck, and it was an interesting sensation…i nodded off a few times. it was highly relaxing in a strange way, that and i was trying to displace all my emotions into the pain to absolve myself of them. i’m so tired of wasting energy and thought on those that aren’t worth my time. i wish i didn’t let people wrap their filthy hands around my heart so easily. i’ve been trying to uphold my end better, it’s not my loss. the intentional things people do sometimes are so hideous and disgusting, i don’t know why i associate with most of it. i think the time is coming for me to go back to what i was before. maybe it’s time to fold my wings for a while, i’ve shown them too much to those who only wish to hurt me. when did you fall so far from grace, Shallow, when did you come burning back down to the ground? i met a couple of new girls this weekend that i also happen to work with, i’ve seen them around but never spoke to them. st pats day is coming up…maybe i’ll break out my kilt to wear and show celtic pride. i’m ok to do it now that i don’t have superficial people in my life that have problems with guys that aren’t in jeans and a hemp necklace. “could never date a guy that wears eyeliner and fur coats….” i’m just a sexy bitch that way. everyone else thinks so.