Ladykiller.

I'm poisonous
I'll take your life,
And if you stay, I've gotta stay, you'll jeapordize.
Your happiness
Will end in time,
I'll take you down, and I won't care to sacrifice.

But I, I will
go easy on you
I'll try to refuse
the urge to hit. and. run.
I, I will
take my time
but at the drop of a dime,
I'll take. you.
down.





Not that anyone cares, but this is just a little songy song I wrote. yayyyyy

No Regrets, or Love

I hate to be cliche, but I really don't have any regrets. for example,

BOYS:
I can admit that I'm a litte boy crazy, and although I haven't been in a shitton of relationships, I almost always have a fling. Call it commitment-phobe, but that's another story. I've had so many catastophies I don't even know where to begin. But as heart wrenching, frustrating, or just plain wrong situations I've put myself in with boys, I always pull a lesson out of it, or at least an amazing story to laugh/marvel at later. I can name chronilogical since like 6th grade, but I'll leave out names, and use code, like all girls do:

1.saxophone boy
2.gothic depressed boy (rip)
3.druggie player
4.school tool
5.sexy ass douche lord
6.sexy mexi
7.band boy
8.music boy
9.friend boy
10.art boy
11.babydaddy
12.superstar


I guess their all laughable at this point.
I need a new one that won't be like the rest.

Personal

Whatever, I'm not excited about posting personal shit on here, but I need it off my chest.

I'm going on a cruise for Christmas. But no, that's not cool. It's with a side of my family that I've LITERALLY never met before. And my dad isn't coming.

Honestly, Christmas Eve is my favorite day of the entire year. All I want is to hangout with my grandparents of Christmas Eve, go to that little Italian resturant to go to every year, order the lasagna, play with the little poppers and wear the little paper crowns then go back and drink cocoa until we have to go home. Then the next day, we get to open presents, and go to my uncle's house, and see the family I get to see about 3 times a year.

But no, I get to wakeup at like 4 am Christmas morning, board a plane with a bunch of strangers and go sit on a boat and abide by the careully thoughtout itinerary my grandfather has planned.

I just want to be inside with my family. Laughing, eating, and jus being together.
Epecially being in college, my time home is precious, and I just want to feel home.

Toast to the BITCHES

Ok. Let us explore the word "bitch."

People throw it out there everyday, probably several times a day. Sometimes out of insult, other times as a simple filler. It can be used to demean someone, or to address a friend. I personally consider it a part of my personality, and I like it.

Memory Lane: Middle School sucked for me. There were girls that literally bullied me. I'm talking slamming doors in my face, slapping books out of my hand, even throwing my lunch in the trash on occasion. Brutal bitchyness. But these we're the bitches that were insecure, ugly, and empty.

Reality Check: Being rude gives power. It's easier to make people fear you than love you, and in this life/WORLD, fear is strength, strength is power and power is money. Look at moguls and power houses in today's society. Donald Trump-dick (male version of power bitch). Kelly Cutrone-bitch. Oprah-well I'm sure she's a diva. Bottom line, I feel that as long as you use it as a positive trait, being a bitch can be benifitial. When it comes to power, this world is black and white. Rich or poor. Bitch or pussy.

Honesty Hour: I don't care. People come and go. My friends stay by my side. They appreciate my personality. Others that critisize will fal by the way side and the ones that want to succeed will follow suite. I'm going to show all the pussies that this is me, and it will work. Fuck the haters, toast to the bitches.



SONG OF THE MOMENT: Tata Young-"Sexy Naughty Bitchy"