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When Good Girls Turn Bitter
Please remind me why I’m missing out on this. Oh, wait, no…I know why I’m missing out, and whose fault it is.
You know, this isn’t doing anything but making me an extra bitter woman.
I WANT TO GO! I BLOODY WANT TO GO, DAMN IT!!!!!!
“For You, A Thousand Times Over”
I watched The Kite Runner last night.
I can’t get “for you, a thousand times over” out of my head, I just can’t. Both times they were said in the movie made me tear.
On Est Bien Peu De Chose
If only I could put in words how much I hate her right now.
If only I could put in words how much I hate him right now.
I might use the word ‘hate’ to express my dislike in general, but I don’t usually mean it in the literal sense. However, this time I mean it; I mean it in every possible way. Call me bitter, call me a child, call me a bitch. I don’t care.
Hatred is a wasted emotion, but I can’t help but feel this way.
I want to cry.
I want to scream.
I want to laugh.
I want peace of mind.
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Slow Down You Crazy Child
There’s nothing like eating mama’s homemade kibbeh when I’m feeling super low.
I had an insanely shitty day. No, I don’t want to write about it.
Leaving you with one of my favourite songs of all time; it’s one of those songs that serves as an invisible hand that pats me on the shoulder, reassuring me that no matter how bad life gets, things are going to be alright. Leaving you with Vienna by Billy Joel.
Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out.
You got so much to do, and only
So many hours in a day.
Till next time world.
She’ll Wait
This video totally broke my heart. Poor woman.
Click here if you have problems watching the embedded video.
Till next time world.
I’m a Rapper
I said, “Fucking hell, I can’t spell!” and I realised it rhymed (yes, I’m slow). So there you go, I just created the greatest one-lined rap ever, EVER!
Oh, and yes, I do use the “f” word. Get over it.
So my previous post caused quite a stir with you homophobic folks out there. Get over that too.
Yes, I’m in a bitchy mood. Yes, I’m PSM-ing.
Till next time world.
What, What? (In the…)
So I’ve been meaning to post this a while ago, but I couldn’t find the right time. However, now that I’m feeling refreshed and dandy, I’d like to share a song that had me in stitches. I don’t want to know how the idea for this song came about, haha!
Rubber Duck, Anyone?
As 2pm was approaching, so was my time to give a presentation on The International Phonetics Alphabet (IPA) in my Phonetics and Phonology class. Oh the horror, oh the pain! Anyway, I finally made it to class, barely ready to present but with luck on my side, I was ready to rock and roll. read more »
Comme Si Je N’Existais Pas
J’ai parlé sans paroles mais tu n’avais pas écouté.
Better things are coming soon, but I can’t help but dwell over what happened. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Hold My Hand As You Cut Me Down
Yeah, that’s an extremely Photoshop[ed] image of me. The original photo was taken by a friend of mine a few nights ago; he has a new Nikon and he’s been snapping away at anything and everything.
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I was in the car this afternoon, driving around aimlessly like I usually do, and for a split second I contemplated speeding into the car in front of me. When I finally parked, I stayed in the car and cried and laughed hysterically at the same time.
I think I need psychiatric help.
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