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I'M ON A BOAT MOTHERFUCKER DON'T YOU EVER FORGET!

Sun Sep 20, 2009, 8:57 AM
HAYYYY!!!!

I just got back from the most awesome party EVER!!!! I seriously was a celebrity last night! Seriously.

So I'm in chi-town right now, visiting my sister and her hubby. And at their wedding I met this totally awesome chick, who's absolutely in LOVE with me and she's pretty loaded, she's the best fag-hag ever, whenever I hang out with her shes always buying me stuff and taking me to clubs and shit~ I call her my "sugar momma"

So yeah, she invited me to go boating with her and her fiancee, and I've NEVER been on a sailboat in my life, so I was like "HOLY SHIT LET'S DO IT!!!"

It was amazing, we sailed down lake Michigan to Navy Pier and saw fireworks and it was AWESOME!!!

Then afterwards we went to this club, that her fiancee knew the owner of, and it was like, one of those celebrity clubs, or the really rich posh clubs you see in beer commercials, the owner worked with Micheal Jackson and shit, and I met him, and the soup nazi and it was so cool!

OMG and we did all sorts of stuff and then I went back on the boat and fooled around with this musician guy in the master bedroom.


WHEEEE!!!!

  • Mood: Euphoric

Devious Journal Entry

Tue Sep 8, 2009, 8:36 PM
So 3 years ago, my heart woke up from a 5 year coma. It took 2 years of therapy to get it back to normal function. And now it's starting to get numb again. But instead of losing faith all at once it's slowly dying and filled with Novocaine to sooth the pain.

But that injection just isn't working fast enough.

And all I want is someone to distract me while the painkillers take effect.

What makes it worse is that this horrible sadness brought us together in the first place. And for a while I thought maybe that would be the glue that held us together.

And like an idiot I gave you every ounce of my trust. Everything you said I believed, every smile you gave me was genuine to me, every caress l*ving, every kiss tender and sweet.

And I my body and soul to you. If you didn't want that you had plenty of opportunities to let me know. Why you waited until I was madly in l*ve with you to change on me I'll never know.

Now I never hear from you, there's no more sweet talk about the moon and our dreams, no more long conversations on the phone at night, no more constant flirting texts during the day, no more "I miss you" and "I need you". No more being my prince charming.

If you just wanted to have sex, I told you so many times to tell me. But you instead opted to lie.

My last ray of hope is flickering away.

Hopefully I can finally put away my silly childhood dreams for good. I can live without my heart anyways. I did it for years with no problem.

I'm going to make sure you leave my life, and make sure I never allow myself to become that vulnerable again.

  • Mood: Lonely

Smart people can be dumb too

Sat Sep 5, 2009, 12:47 PM
Also called "Proof that academic intelligence by no means means you're intelligent"

This girl I know who is going to Harvard and gets straight A's just told me 20K is not alot of money. She's not rich or anything. But she does have expensive taste in clothes (I miss those days, but since I'm a college student I have to budget. Which sucks ass and balls, and not in a good way.)

I'm just flabbergasted. 20 thousand dollars, is a fuckton of money. Granted making 20k a year isn't a lot, but spending it all at once, is ALOT OF FUCKING MONEY.

I could fly to Europe and spend a month (or more if I budget) there for 20k.

I could get a decent car for 20k.

20k isn't alot... if you're RICH. But I'm not, and neither is she.

Shes sooooo fucking stupid.

  • Mood: Pity

Take a look at my boyfriend--

Sun Jul 12, 2009, 3:56 PM
He's the only one I got- Ba-da-da-da
Not much of a boyfriend, I never seem to get alot---


Wait a minute. Yes I do. We fucked last time we hung out--- at his place AND on the car ride home.

  • Mood: Passionate

FINALS

Wed May 27, 2009, 9:31 PM
NO. I HATE YOU. YOU ARE FAT. STUPID. AND UGLY.
YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND FINALS. I FRIEND BREAK UP WITH YOU. IT'S OVER BETWEEN US


(sorry for the caps lock)

  • Mood: Frustrated

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