i'm back!

hmm.
well, now that THAT'S over:
i'm getting back to charismatic self: the character, the girl with the heart of gold and probably the lungs of dust, the chick you want to hate because you don't have these "balls" that i do, or something like that that a friend told me, a woman who doesn't fall into any lines comfortably, who evades classification and the judgment of a probably-not-so-anonymous, annoying, but appreciated "blog surfer." thanks for reminding me that instead of being pathetic and depressed after breaking up with a man that i've loved my whole heterosexual life [can you blame me for being depressed?], i can instead opt to be my fabulous, eccentric, and waaaay sexier than YOU-self!

it was him who fucked up! put me in a car wreck and tell the runaway bitch-ass driver that it was okay. fraternizing and offering a place to stay to some homeless bitch whose family can't even love her after she failed at ruining my life several times while he all but acquiesced to the action! who the fuck travels to another state and spends more time with the psycho-ass girl whom you are NOT dating and ignore the other psycho-ass girl [the girlFRIEND] to go getta tattoo while she's in class [and skipping out on giving me a birthday present that day, too]. who lets his insane-ass sister who needs to go get married and calm the fuck down lift a finger to his significant other when it's not the girlfriend who's dishing all of the bad moves? larry can keep his philosophy since that's surely the only way into Heaven, the only path of righteousness. he can also kiss my frail, bony ass right after i've shit myself.

i'm on drugs again. nothing illegal, never illegal controlled substance. im wired on some chemistry from a little orange bottle and now my grades are going to be awesome, i'll get into my dream school and have my dream life, i'll be happy and rich [lucky me], and you can pump my gas and larry can be playing his bass on the other side of town where i won't hear it. he will have devoted his every resource to kareah and pissed off another girl who has waaay more common sense than i do and she's gonna kill him. hmm.. maybe he'll wake up and do someone right in more ways than one. not me, though. all i have is a tired vagina with war wounds and the skills to suck a guy off within an inch of his existence. thanks, Monogamy-with-the-Wrong-Person!

contemplating keying the shit out of his and his mother's car. really don't feel like being in jail this weekend, though. shit. i'd like to not think that it's so childish to believe that people get what they deserve.. i dont have to throw eggs at his momma's paint job, right? the dummy will learn where he's wrong? we'll both get what we deserve? a pot head bitch in his apartment for him and a medical degree, cosmopolitan intelligence and culture, and a sexy surgeon/professional athlete husband for me?

i'll blog later and you can't wait. fuck you if you can wait. i'm too much of a gorgeous fiend to care about the whims of people who aren't me. there are a million of you, however, and you already know my URL! :)

--ciao.