let's have bizzare celebrations!

Reasons why I love Taylor:
Setting: White trash town, attending the big chameleon and sleep tight tiger show.
Mood: annoyed, cold, and frustrated with kids moshing in a space the size of my ass.
conflict: A scene fucker (who has yet to realize moshing and hardcore dancing is/was very year 2003 MooseJuice style) then pushes me into the Sleep Tight set. Confused by how someone is moshing to a Ambient/progressive/rock band, I swear under my breath and ignore it.
Climax: Taylor walks over to scene fucker and puts the shove in shoving-the-fuck-out-of-a-skinny,ugly, insecure-scenefucker, then proceeds to yell "You fucking faggot."
Falling action: Marilyn Manson t-shirt girl; "I think these Detroit kids think they're too cool to enjoy the music man, the music."
Brilliant.
Oh and that, ladies and gentleman, is why I love Taylor.
Overall, yesterday was very fun. White trash kids are the reason I sleep well at night.


Tonight we partied it up at the Leo's Coney Island, where I managed to whine, cry, and annoy everyone. I wasn't lying when I say i'm no fun to be around when i'm hilariously depressed. Those fuckers just don't take no for an answer. P-dawg, Fattlie, Babers Downey, they just don't listen. That's why I love them. So, so, so, so, so, so, much.


I'm not too depressed right now actually, i'm pretty confused but very content. I have an immense crush. On a boy. And for the first time in a long time, it has the potential of being legal in the state of Michigan. So be happy for me, I found a nice boy to think about who is within my age range. Did I mention he is nice? Yeah, i'm tired of guys who make me want to gouge my eyes out with my finger nails.


On that note, you can keep your black tongue darling. It was starting to get monotonous and boring, to say the least.
So i'll just save you the energy and give it to someone else,
and god knows you'll be doing the same.


Can I get a fuck yeah for being a hardcore slut and never looking back?
fuck yeah.