this is so messed up. Feh, dumb compy >.>. And heads up for those who hate my ranting, see the next larrrge spot and skip it until you see a line like the one under this.
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This is so messed up. What is wrong with civilization? You can always rely on people gushing on. and on. AND ON. when it comes to that someone. Either that or they clam up. But again, what's with girls going i am not wooorrthyy or saying OMG Were soo gunna go out! I <3 him ayada...yada...YADA. News flash, no guy is gonna come along on a white horse treat us with respect and love, and joking, unless you're either a) one of the lucky few who've been married/dating awhile b) another lucky one whose going out with someone or soon to. See the thing is, while it's all good and dandy for you people, the rest of us, who don't, who're seen as weird, or constantly beat on ourselves? Yeah, we DON'T get the guy. we DON'T get a happy ever after. And while I'm incredibly happy for my friends who end up doing well for themselves...well at least save a couple of us the gushing for like five seconds. I respect your want to have a boyfriend/girlfriend, but what about us un's who have no mutual crushes. Just one...embaressing one. But go about your normal lives. Cuz I'm just a crazy ranty girl. ^^
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So besides that, my blog was screwed up. For a looong while. (Aka all of today), so I'm a little annnoyed. And mostly with myself. See while in soccer the other day we lost (2-0) and while playing I killed my ankle. So is now swelled up. Hugely so, and turning interesting colors. And also explain to me how the hell I can get pushed out of my own bed, by a small furry animal known as cats. HOW? I woke up several times with my cat spread out across my pillow, and me hugged up against the railing/wall. Someone explain the phsyics of this cuz it's not making sense to me
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It's time to say a word, say it like you mean it. He spoke with his song of hearts, as my eyes hold back, hoping for an end, One too many condescending battles for a friend. I'll try to stay awake when I go when i get home I'll try to stay awake over the phone so I can tell the truth tell the truth..
Saturday, April 28, 2007
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2 comments:
you do not walk like a trucker.. thats hilarious, but i dont know why. i believe you, though.
kay. so beating on yourself.. thats not cool, you know. because the more you say you suck, the more you inhibit your ability to not suck. just pointin out.
Anna, I couldn't have said it better myself. And the walk like a trucker comment? Well, thats what my mom calls it. you see, you can walk like the normal society of girls who are strait as pokers, ther sholders slouched, and looking like robots for all I care. Its not a bad thing because its average these days. At least you don't slouch, most of the time. So I've had my peace, except I still belive that girls have hips, and they should USE them. :) I <3 you Anna!!! I'm being gushy!!!!:p
~Sorrow - also in the world of I WANT A BF!!! but, I'll settle for friends.
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