Oh, yes...I finished my jazz paper today right at the last moment. Lucky for me that I have the greatest fucking friends in the whole fucking planet. I like to say fuck. Fuck yeah. And fuck you. You too, fucker. Ok, back to business...yeah, so lately I've been down at the grind or grinding or being a grindster...this is not sexual innuendo. Hahaha. Yeah, so today I was walking back home from class to work on my piece of shit paper. It sucks major ass...I cuss a lot more when I am supposed to being doing work, but instead am posting stupid entires on a blog that no one ever fucking reads except me. This saddens me, because I think that everyone wants to be loved, especially me. If you haven't already checked out www.makeoutclub.com...you should. It's for us hipsters...and if you aren't a fucking hipster. Get away with me and stop trying to put your tongue down my throat...I don't appreciate that. I ruin people's lives. At least, the people I meet more than once. I think I should have a warning sticker on my back, that says, "Caution: This Girl May Ruin Your Life, Please Don't Hate Her As You Have Been Warned Beforehand." I hate that people hate me, because they never give me a chance to explain my side of the story. They just go on hating me anyway like a the pussies they are. Why is this post so rauchy? Yes, that's me...I'm a dirty little girl. Hahaha. Yeah, so anyways...I'm walking down the street back to my dorm and I see him...yes, the HOTTIE...and I actually stop and watch him walk through the Garden. That is really sad. I think that I've hit an all time low. I really still like the HOTTIE...I'm not sure why. I really can't explain it to anyone that keeps asking me why I spend so much time on him. Maybe because I'm a fucking stupid person. I guess, that could be it. Maybe I am.

I like to IM guys that I see on online clubs...and send them my pics and have them say I'm cute. I have low self-esteem. This makes me feel so much better. I am insane. I really am. There is no answer for this kind of behavior. Is there a cure for a starry eyed girl that loves punk rock boys? Probably not...well, darn for me then. Oh, well...night and anon. I love you Laura. I'm glad that your toe is better. ;-) 
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