ehhh.... sick.... *falls over half asleep* shoulder sore... throat hurts... ehhh...

Im addicted to Pool now.. i mean its just like awesome.. my lil puppy is sleeping right now, and Ana's getting me my silver seven days XD, shes 4 months along now and gonna move back down here soon which is great *nods* yep yep yep...

gah my head hurts so much... im all teary it hurts so much

this morning my grammy went into the hospital for a random surgery...

*whines* im sick.. and i want jello..

WEE i fixed the cell!

okies peace... im off to the store... 

I called shake just now.. And we are still on the phone.. But .. This afternoon.. Shakes dog.. pumpkin got.. Squished right in front of her.. Her dad ran pumpkinkins over.. It so gross.. I wanna gag.. it..was squished in half.. but still alive..

        There are certain types of people in this world that just piss me off to no end. The type of people that come up to you and ask you for advice and then when you give them the advice they don’t take the advice they just come back to you a week later and their like “I cant believe how everything turned out so wrong” You wanna know why everything turned out wrong? Cause you didn’t take my advice and your fucking stupid. That’s what went wrong you didn’t listen to me.. I know all.
     The other type of person are those fucking insignificant peons, who just have to validate themselves by being in a relationship. You know what its pathetic its weak minded and you show no inner strength what so ever. Get over to girl friend, get over to boy friend or whatever the fuck your yearning for and life a fucking life.
     People who stock their ex girlfriends particularly piss me off. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Don’t you have something better things to do with your life then to be emotionally attached to someone who hates your guts ? Do something with your life, find a hobby. You know? Gees. You know how many video games are out there that you could be playing?? At the very least shoot yourself. Get yourself out of society no body wants to deal with a stocker.
     Other types of people that I hate, People who ruin your favorite diner. You know the type or person that you know your usually friends with until they end up going to the diner and dating some waitress there and then having some kind of weird rocky relationship and every time you go into the diner here after there’s that weird vibe in the air? People like this really need food poisoning. I’m so sick of these fucking bustards ruining my favorite spots.
     Other type of person I particularly really hate are those fucking slim balls with the slicked back hair that usually end up going to bars and shit like that on Friday Saturday Sunday night to see if they can pick up chicks and all they do is walk around with these fucking stupid velvety shirts with their dumb ass fat hairy chest exposed to the world as if they were the sexiest thing on the face of the earth.. You know what? You’re a middle aged loser and no body wants to see your hairy chest. Either throw yourself in front of traffic or overdose… please…
     Nobody wants to hear this bullshit any more. Time for some reevaluation of ones life and those fucking people.
     I also dislike people where all they do is talk about their problems with they insignificant other .. Its like “Ahh you know I was talking to my blah blah blah and she said deh deh deh and he said deh deh” You know what? I don’t care about your fucking relationship problems. You can just shove them up your ass for all I care. Nobody wants to hear about how your girlfriend doesn’t like you or how your boyfriend is ignoring you. Nobody cares. It only pertains to your own little world which in the grand scheme of things is minuet and pathetic and nobody really ever wants to hear it. Shut your mouth choke on your food and DIE.
     You know you ever have a good friend and then you go out someplace they always gotta bring their fucking girlfriend and the girlfriend turns out to be somebody you just wanna kill? I mean really kill, like jump up and down and kill and then fucking chop up their body into fifteen different parts and flush various parts down the toilet burry the others and the other ones get thrown into the sewer you know that kind of crap? You know that type of person that their parents should have had an abortion before they even walked the earth? These type of fucking pieces of crap you really just needa be killed with some piano wire around the throat I cant take it anymore.
     I also cant stand people who sit at home and listen to the “every rose has its thorn” like it’s the worlds most depressing song one the song sucks two your fucking pathetic for listening to it. Take the cd out crack it in half and then slit your wrists with the broken pieces. Its over. These are the same people that are living in the past when you know the time period when they was cool. They’re done, your done, kill yourself.
     And in closing you know its just shit like this that pisses me off its these types of people that have no inner souls no nothing they just revolve around their own pathetic little world with no consideration for what’s going on around them. They have no sense or grasp of reality and really need to be taken of the face of this earth they have no substance they have no control over themselves and they really need to be put to sleep.. Permanently.. So in closing if your one of these people shoot yourself in the head and spar us all your pathetic life. Go die. Thank you for listening. No see ya in the future. Heh heh..

FOAMY RANT!!!!!!!

this tottaly makes sense to me... sad huh? ... (im part black dont give me shit)


Well, it appears our African American friends have found something else to
be pissed about. A black congresswoman reputedly complained that the names
of hurricanes are all Caucasian sounding names. She would prefer some names
that reflect African-American culture such as Chamiqua, Tanisha, Woeisha,
Jamal and Shaqueal. She would also like the weather reports to be broadcast
in language that street people can understand. I can hear it now:



A Weatherman in Houston says, ... Wordup, Muthas! Hehr-i-cane Chamiqua be
headin' fo' yo ass like Leroy on a crotch rocket! Bitch be a category fo !

So, turn Off dem chitlins, grab yo' chirren, leave yo crib, and head fo' de
nearest government office fo yo FREE shit.

I Wanna Be A Bear

If you're a bear, you get to hibernate.
You do nothing but sleep for six months.
I could deal with that.



Before you hibernate,
you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.
I could deal with that, too.



If you're a bear, you birth your children
(who are the size of walnuts)while you're sleeping
and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs.
I could definitely deal with that!



If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business.
You swat anyone who bothers your cubs.
If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.
I could deal with that.



If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling.
He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.



Yup..... I wanna be a bear.




Show the Love for Bears!!

WOMAN'S POEM

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man, who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door,

Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,

Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"

I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.





        MAN'S POEM

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge

boobs who owns a liquor store and a Gym

This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

Alrighty people.. NEWS!!

my mom might have cancer, so i have to go get tested to make sure i dont....


and... news is over..


wait wait! and im sending some poems into a magazine here in town to get published{again} (my padre set it up kewl kewl huh?)

and dyed my hair multishades of red

ok.... and done

i have started a bottle collection ^^ it goes like this

jack daniels
boones farm
novosta
smirnoff
gatonegro
b&j
barcardi
and coke... yay coke!
(trying to think of others...stupid brain..)

off to the library.. bb soon

I LUBBELS my new lighter. its square with the Ace of hearts on it, and the heart in the middle lights up *dances* its tray hott.. and no damnit! i didnt drink the water in Mexico! gah >.<

ewwwwww *shudders*

okies peeps, buhbai im off to take a test across town, get some bloodwork and go to a play.


happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. happy birthday to... meeeeee, happy birthday to me!

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

(she walks in beauty, lord byron)

sooo im home.. and my birthday is in 5 days.. but im about to leave to go to a party for a friend for a lil while

im having kind of a weird week with things.. oooo and another bloodwork and nuroglogist appointment really soon (like on monday soon) im kind of worried about that (even though i should be used to it)
but im mostly worried about a person who is having trouble and dosent talk to me

welp.. im off to take another vicoden and shower bb in a lil while (wooooooo i love that stuff)