FACEBOOK CHAT DISCUSSION.

ME:
don't say lol unless your really LOLing

i hate when people go to this extreme " LAWLZzzzzROFL LMFAOOOOO! LOLOL!" when all I said was I have to go eat dinner... people never mean what they type anymore

Walter:
lol

because i really lol'd

because of how true it is

ME:
well i'll allow you to lol without explaining yourself from now on


ME:
because lol is always better than typing someone .." OMG! where ya been! haven't seen you in ages! I MISS YOU!" only to recieve " this person is offline" directly after, thats when you know your life has gone down the shitter

WALTER:
OMG FUCK YEAH

i get that and feel that all the time!!!!!

it's happening now!



ME:
not,, that,, it,,, happens,,, to me often :?

WALTER:
it happens to me

ME:
i know I was being sarcastic

i pretty much get that EVERY time

WALTER:
hahaahha
ME:
i even expect it at this point so i just ex out of peoples things after i say something and try to forget i said it so i dont feel shamed

WALTER:
hahhahah you're making me lawl

ME:
when their little box sits there until the dot turns from green to grey


WALTER:i just discovered that people can go idol

and it's made a difference in my life

it really ha

s


ME:
and i say fine, you fucking asshole! you might as well not have started a conversation with me 2 years ago at that wedding reception then! and I look for my emergency playlist!


haahaha! i know! the idles always overpower the greens and im like I only talk to 5% of these people anyway! FML! then i start talking to people i barely know with questions like " how was your trip,, I saw your album, looked pretty fin"

FUN*

WALTER:
hahaha

you kill me

ME:
or wait, this is good, when your computer freezes and the chat thing goes crazy right when someone who would NEVER normally answer you ANSWERS you with a question instead of a short answer like they might actually give a fuck and they sign off right after you fix the problem, then they are never online again

ME:
... and then the person who you are talking to about how pathetic your facebook chat experiences are with doesnt respond

Walter:
okay it says you've been typing for like an hour

i'm dissapointed

3:45am ME:
well, thats only because I've been copying and pasting our coversation to my blog for like an hour :)

If I Could....

share half of the joy that Kent maintains every second.... I'd be set.

I AM SO RJ BERGER, it hurts.

Minus The Dick.

more uneventfulness for my liking

I ate lunch at a restaurant today, and saw the new Adam Sandler movie. AKA: I did SOMETHING today. I can't go an hour without having a hot flash. I've finally worked up the stamina to take a shower today, thank God. My vagina's mind is consumed with thoughts of Eric from True Blood. My mind is surrounded by the fact that adam brody and rachel bilson were the most sickeningly adorable couple ever, and I kind of miss them together. I have to Pee, but I'm writing. I'm fucking up my bladder for this blog that nobody reads. My new internet site i've found to eat up all my time is morphthing.com. I spend hours daily morphing different celebrities faces together or with mine to see what this imaginary person would look like. It fascinates me every time. I think it's a big improvement from the hours I spend on bonelessgirl.net. This is a site where an animatronic girl with endless flexibility falls through the sky and bounces off of bubbles. She resembles a corpse being violently tossed through the air, but she never seems to land. I think it was giving me sociopathic tendencies.

Let's talk about sex, baby

I get it KIDS.
I'm not there yet.
Not even close.
Never been in that situation.
Yes, I am semi-socially retarded.
But, I GET IT!
I'm surrounded by harmonal beings.
I have the internet, and I rent true blood on DVD.
At one point my household could afford HBO and SHOWTIME.
I'm human I have urges.
But I also have self control.
I think people do things more today because they think they have to instead of actually wanting to.
Put two people together for long enough and one is bound to mark their territory and claim their dominance and take the upper-hand.
Two of my friends are pregnant, one is married, one is alone.
They have both actually accepted the vomitting and lack of sleep and weight gain and most importantly the gift of making an actual person. And, I commend them.
I think a lot of people that I know have been pregnant before but got scared, people get scared they get selfish, they get violent.
USE A FUCKING CONDOM!
it's really NOT THAT HARD.
If you don't want a baby, use your brain, we have them for a reason.
just as we have a uterus, for a reason.
"PREGNANT"
think of what that word actually means.
You are here because of it.
You are in this room with the locked door and the harmones racing and the bodily contact and you feel wanted and needed and blah blah blah, and you are there because your dad got your mom pregnant that one time, and now you have life.
Now, you have decisions, and emotions, and your sense of reality, and panic, and you are living.
Aren't you happy that you got that opportunity?
But, you're too embarrassed and you can't afford it and your too young to have created a miniature, attention craving human.
You get your boyfriend to go to the store and pay $10-35 for the morning after pill because you think you may be pregnant because your boyfriend doesn't like condoms, and you take it and hope that if you did create life in this moment of teenaged (almost comedic) stupidity, that it's destroyed, and you won't have to tell your parents, and save up money.
Or, you know your pregnant so you go to the sketchy, asbestos-ridden clinic and you pay anywhere from 500 to 1000 dollars for some "doctor" to suck the baby out, because you try not to think, 'I was that once' and instead you think it's just this hunk-o-junk and you cry, and you go home, and you move on because you would be spending multiples more money for a living being, and you just don't have the time.
I am truly sorry for the ones who get into these situations, and what's done is done, and yes,you are important and deserve to be happy, and you should learn, just as you should from all mistakes.
And just because his eyes sparkle, and he takes showers daily and you think he's trust-worthy doesn't necessarily mean he's herpes proof.
AIDS is also still a killer disease without a cure, by the way, even if you think it's this impossible thing in your suburban neighborhoods.
I don't like porn either.
It makes sex look ugly and cheap, and if people actually take notes from it, then i could vomit.
If you are young and naive and expect your teenaged counterparts to be so quick and cheap, and dirty, and utterly fake and inhumane as the plastic mindless zombies and the fat men that they're sitting on top of that they just met in the back of an '89 rapist van, then I'll go Amish.
Just don't be stupid, or do things just because your friends have and it looks steamy on your favorite tv show and it seems like hella fun.
Do them because you are a human, and have feelings and you found mutual love at one point.
And have some fucking self-esteem.
Now, I'm not trying to pass judgement! I'm just encouraging those who choose ignorance, or those who are confused to make informed decisions.
if you don't respect yourself, no one else will.
And, I still care a shit load for all of you no matter what ill-informed decisions you make in your lifetime.
And stop thinking that if you are not fucking people you're not a rockstar.
pussy pussy pussy, life's a lil wayne song, i get it.
But, really, it's not.

Out Of My Box (courtesy of March 29)

my box filled with the past, the box i created for myself, as if the memories burned into my brain aren't damaging enough. I collect, and collect. These are items that no normal human would collect. This box was much heavier than I expected it would be, probably because I try to block out a good majority of the memories that the items bring back. I see movie ticket stubs, empty pill bottles, hospital bracelets, journals, lyrics written on napkins, cd cases, crumpled loose leaf paper, directions written on the back of press on tattoos, etc. But, as I lay my fingers upon each item I feel this sudden, sickening energy. I begin to remember why these items should remain in a world separate from the one in which I currently reside. I simply can't bear being trapped in this box. I remember why I am out of my box.

oil spill's a bitch, but aziz took my words