oh my crazy miss daisy

Can I throw up all over the floor now, please?

I hate waking up with a stomach from hell threatening explosions of vomit and bile.

I’m so lovely like a princess this morning aren’t I!

It’s the week before my period and I’m going thru the gambit. One minute I hate the world and my temper is so short i get angry because I think too slow. Then I’m hornier than a nympho and I wanna bang the bum on the corner right after i give his wang a good washing. then i am so sad i wanna rip a hole in my head, scoop out my brains, put them in a blender with some bananas and strawberries and make a damn smoothie. Then I miss the one man that I have ever loved and can’t seem to stop loving till my heart bleeds out massive amounts of my sanity all over the floor. then I wanna do stupid stuff, but quite remarkably, i talk myself out of it.

then i start at square one hoping that some guy will make his dick available for me to suck and fuck and do numerous tawdry things to. is it tawdry? or taudry.

bah, i hate spelling.

and i refuse to click spell check because that would make sense, and I’m just not in the mood to be logical.

i’m gonna go make a rough draft stupid email to W. because i want to.

and one to BB, because i’m stupid.

and one to kim, because isent an illegal subjected email to her yesterday and her work sent me a "BAD GIRL, YOU DID IIIIITTTT, I’M TELLIIIINNN" message that scared me to death and i think she won’t get my fucking emails anymore.

and i swear to god, i hate ashley simpson.

why?

can i can kill her?

k i  – k i- k i- k i – kill her. (sing that in the tune of that evil song she has out, and you’ll get me)

growr.

damn me.