| ELEVEN; |
[21 Feb 2012|07:00pm] |
This world never stops being fucked up. I wonder why that keeps surprising me.
Thoughts? Theories?
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| TEN; |
[30 Dec 2011|11:28am] |
Well. Time to say goodbye to another shitty year.
At least I can say 2011 is the year where we had one of the most boring apocalypses ever. And, epic bonus, it was also the year I finally moved out of fucking foster care.
About damn time.
No New Year's Resolutions, though. I never bother keeping them.
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| NINE; |
[14 Oct 2011|10:47pm] |
Somebody came into the store today to try and share the message of Jesus. Apparently, a store that sells goth clothes and spiked collars and fishnets has to be filled with devil worshipers. I'm serious. This. Actually. Happened.
When I told him angels and God were no picnic either, he gasped and flicked holy water at me.
He then waited outside of the store for me so that when I got off work, I had a stalker for about five blocks until I threatened to call the police.
What the hell.
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| EIGHT; |
[25 Sep 2011|01:08pm] |
( Private )
I think I need to go on a road trip or something. Just for a weekend. I don't know. Get out of here. Fuck off school for a bit. Not like my teachers will be all that sad to see my seat empty for an extra day or two. In fact, I think they'll throw a party.
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| EIGHT; |
[25 Aug 2011|11:10pm] |
I am so not ready for this back to school shit. I keep reminding myself that it's only one more year--but that seems like an unreasonably long time. At this point I don't even know why I feel like I have to bother. I'm not going to college. This whole education thing; I feel like I'm done. And with no social worker breathing down my neck, it just seems even less important.
Who knows. New school. Maybe the teachers and students will be less freaking ridiculous. But I tend to doubt it.
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| SEVEN; |
[19 Jul 2011|11:58pm] |
Apparently coming home drunk more than half a dozen times is "unacceptable" behaviour. You know, for a teenager. It's not like I drive after I've been drinking or that I drag my ass loudly through the door at 5 in the morning to disturb everyone. No. It's just seen as a teenager to do teenage things.
Bullshit. They just wanted an excuse to send my ass out of the house once and for all.
No more social worker. No more foster homes. Doing this on my own. Fuck this system (and the man?) and all that shit.
You need to ask for help. Like a hole in the head.
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| SIX; |
[01 Jun 2011|11:04pm] |
Not a lot of time to prepare, but what the fuck, who cares? Friday night, there's going to be a pretty badass rave going on outside of Pasadena. The guy behind the scenes a la Wizard of Oz-ing this whole thing knows how to throw a damn good party.
So, here I am, helping to spread the word. If you're not there you're going to miss the hell out. You want directions, let me know.
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| FIVE; |
[21 May 2011|10:37am] |
Can this whole rapture thing get a move on?
I've got places to be that I'd rather not go to.
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| FOUR; |
[11 Mar 2011|09:30pm] |
If one more person goes on about how the shit in Japan is clearly a sign of 2012, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
Maybe, instead of freaking out about something that may or may not happen next year you, I don't know, chip in to help with disaster relief or something, if you're that concerned. Otherwise? Shut the fuck up.
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| THREE; |
[21 Feb 2011|01:42pm] |
There's a marathon of America's Next Top Model on television today. Adrianna, somehow, managed to get control of the television remote for the whole day. She and Claire are blasting that shit so everyone in the fucking place has to hear Tyra Banks' shrill ass voice echoing in this tin can.
Suffice to say, if I'm not heard from again after today, it's because I got my ass thrown in jail.
I would leave if it wouldn't mean that the foster monster would call my social worker to whine about how unruly I am. Being "grounded" in this place is really a fucking joke.
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| TWO; |
[14 Feb 2011|02:28am] |
Great. This is turning out to be a swell night.
I tried to warn you. So not the time.
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| ONE; |
[09 Feb 2011|12:42pm] |
Not really thrilled at the prospect of doing this, but I guess there's no time like the present after six months to get going. Have to jump in at some point and get it over with. Although just saying that makes me feel like a fucking suicide bomber.
I'm Kim, he's Adam Milligan, this is extremely weird, and I feel like I'm at a goddamn Al-Anon meeting. So now that this is over, I'm going to go to work in hopes that this will go largely ignored. But I doubt it.
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