Diet?

It's hard to be on a diet when you work at a resturaunt. Damn it sucks dudes! Considering this is my first real diet that I've ever been on. I don't know how those skinny bitches can do it, eating celery and dehydrated fruit all the damn time. Drinking water?
No pop. No Coffee. No TEA!
No pitas. No Ice Cream. ABSOLUTELY NO FRENCH FRIES!
This has got to be a joke right?
Damn man!
Maybe that's why they're so damn bitchy all the time, they're just crabby cuz they just can't eat! No wonder they're so jealous, the damn foo's.
I think maybe if things were different and men found a little extra som-som attractive we wouldn't have all this bitch drama!
Besides I'm latina...I pride myself on having a voluptous body...but naw...it's not so great when all the brothers want a skinny hoe they can break in half!

I have a dream now...

I'm thinking of becoming a gangster...correction a gangsta....
Yes I'm going to slur all of my words and fuck women all the time...oh and I'm going to shoot people. Lots of them, I'm just going to walk outside and start bustin' a cap in all dem hoes asses.
I think my new name will be Gangsta Puffy Pants, because I'm so badass I could totally pull it off.
I will actually wear puffy pants so people can recognize me, and also I will grab my imaginary balls all the time and do the lip thing...like I'm smelling something rotten which in reality will be my carreer.
I will date all kinds of women, as long as they are skinny with unhumanly large asses and titts. I will be selective with the ones I date...and parade around with mulitple carbon copies on my arm...
but I will screw everything.
I will be able to survive mulitple shots to the head, heart, and liver thanks to my publisist.
Damn, I will be so cool.
I will wear women's shirts that excentuate my masculine boobies...and jeans that are at LEAST 12 sizes too big. Why? Because I will be THAT famous.
Deticated to T..
Hey T., why don't you eat shit and die, eh? That way you will not have time to impregnant my friends with your demon seed.
Put your dick back in your pants and keep it away from Allison or I will oh so kindly
 cut it off and feed it to you in the
form of a very smooth, creamy smoothy.
Sick fuck.

FUCK YOU!!

I hate some people, like a serious kind of hate, like I would rather just never see them, on account of not knowing how much longer I can take their special brand of bullshit. They repeatedly bitch and moan about me and my life but I'm not allowed to speak my mind about their flaws? Oh no, if I were to say anything I would be the bad guy, taking advantage of their weaknesses and using it for my personal gain...BAH!
Bitches are lame.
They allow men to use them for meaningless sex without questioning it! All because they are too close to their own situation to see it! Go ahead ladies spread those legs and brace yourself for a life of meaningless attraction and a little friction between the legs because it's all that's ever going to happen to you unless you wake the fuck up, open your eyes, and stop dating jerks/assholes and go for the men who can truely take care of you, get yourself a nerd.
Oh yes, the allusive nerd boy, delicious aren't they?
But I digress...
What I really want to say, to you my good friend Allison is this: "DON'T SCREW TIM."
The end.

Snowday? Please?

Okay there is a blizzard outside and we are still at school. There is absolutely no chance of us getting out early either, and tomorrow we will be expected to trek through the snow to get here even if some of us have to walk. Today three people I know of ended up in the ditch on the way here and do you want to know how much sympathy our principal had for them? He still counted them tardy!
It's not like we are city kids, we live in the middle of nowhere, and most of the students here live miles out of town. They cancelled the Junior High Basketball game and Jr. High practices but they are still planning on having the High School game tonight, why? BECAUSE it's here...why would anyone want to drive all the way here....in a blizzard to beat us at basketball.

Falling in Love...

I'm falling in love with the idea of leaving Hicksville, South Dakota forever. 
I want out so badly I could almost give up my high school graduation. I said almost, so don't panic. I know that a lot of people feel the same way, but come on, what made our parents/grandparents decide to settle down here of all places? What makes this their homestead? I just don't get it!
What do we have here that is so magical?
Do they think that it's a good place to raise children? Oh yeah, I just bet that is what they are thinking. Plop your children in the middle of nowhere, where they can become wholesome indivduals with godlike morals... yeah that will be fun, let them group without ever knowing any other races and sexualities then send them off into the real world. Little Billy Joe will fit right in in San Fransico.

I hate you and you don't own me...

You don't own me.
The only reason you treat me the way you do is because you never got a chance to have husband or family of your own, and do you know why? Because you're an egotisical control freak who doesn't have time for anyone but yourself. You say I have bad skin? That my purple highlights are "unnatural"? I don't think you see yourself correctly, you are morbidly obese and you are what, nearly 60 years old with burnt orange hair? Burnt orange is not your natural hair color, "poopsie".
You say that I've got a lot of growing up to do, but I think that it is you who needs to look within yourself for a purpose...you have spent nearly half your life trying desperately to raise your sisters' children and they don't need or want your help. We've all turned out fine, and although I may be disrepectful at least I have one thing you don't and that is a backbone, my will to branch off on my own.
I love you even though you've treated me like shit my entire life, you've poked and humilated me throughout my childhood and now when I've finaly got my chance to escape our demented family you try sucking me back in?
I say that I love you because it would be wrong to hate a blood relative.
I say that I love you because even if you read this you won't remember it the next day.

Disclaimer:

I honestly don't expect anyone to read this. Why would you, you don't know me, and in no way is my life interesting or unusual...it's just a life, not unlike yours.
I plan on being completely honest and straight forward, without holding anything back, because this is a way for me to cope with what I'm feeling, and what I've been feeling most lately is anger...at everyone around me, with an exception of a few.