White rose painted red on my left shoulder blade. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland...
Used to have my tongue pierced but I took it out deciding that either made me really young or really old. Probably the later.
Widowed - Involved
Never at dusk
Aries (March 21 - April 19)
Social drinker. One or two
Walking to the car only
This is the torpid story of a girl who was cursed from birth. No not like Sleeping Beauty or even that female ogre from Shrek. No no dear friends. Her curse was far worse. It wasn't an evil step mother who dealt this not-so-fair maiden her cards. It wasn't a faerie, nor an envious green skinned witch. Oh no no no. It was the most vengeful and wicked bitch of them all, FATE.
FATE, whose name must be in caps for the sake of dramatic effect, had cursed our poor heroine on the day of her birth to enternally be a teenager forever. Doomed, to this very day, she must live her life being 25 on the outside but 16 on the inside. She stomps her feet, and mopes in her room all alone screaming "NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME!" She will do the exact opposite of what people tell her to do even if it meant certian death. What will become of this 25 year old teenager? What will break the curse of FATE? A taste of a golden apple? A kiss from a handsome prince? Does she even want this curse lifted? Does anybody know what time it is? Well I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Video games, Guys in glasses,
Getting out of the driveway without hitting the fence, The thought of being under marshall law in a post appocolyptic world, Little fury creatures that eat my furniture and spend all of my money, Making people feel good about themselves. We all deserve to feel like we're famous, dancing when no one's looking
Wet hair and bathroom tile, everything else I can deal with.
Often times I don't like you.
"I'm lucky," he says leaning against the dirty bar wall. He's speaking to me--about me--with besotted breath of fire. I know these words are for me because he's like this when he's been drinking. And although I'm here against my will with the jukebox blaring wretched music and wearing the most uncomfortable clothes to ever come off of a manufacturing line, I've never felt so exultant.
He speaks to me, enchanting me, and enticing me. I let him lull me further and further into his words, his eyes, his arms (his lies?) with a complete disreguard for the mastodonic wall I've built around me....
Your mom went to college
I'm with this guy. I'll name him Jon. So I'm with Jon, but he's not with me. If that makes any sense at all. He drowns me with desire... He pushes time between us... He carves out chunks of my heart with a melon scooper.
His words are thoughtless, careless and clumsy. He unintentionally makes me feel insecure, and suddenly it's back to poking, pinching and proding. Dear God why wasn't I born skinny? Years of mending my broken confidence for nothing. In a few hurtful words it's back to feeling fat.
I'm always waiting on him, waiting for him. With him I'm always second. Second in line to...
Wandering with that WTF? look on my face...
So... how ya been? I've been working alot. Four months and I haven't been late once. Someone alert the media. Anyway just a quick little update as I have to get ready for bed.
1. Sean... he's married, has kids and is 33 years old. 'Nuff said back to my heartless little self.
2. Been going to the gym, found my waist. It was in the lost and found box in the back. Also picked up some nice costume jewelry someone left behind. Sweet.
3. Started actually talking to people, really participating in conversations. All this time I thought no one would like me... People like me and try to...
When all else fails do something else...
My life is still as dull as ever. I went to work. Got cursed out by an old man. I am a self proclaimed professional curser. I can swear up a storm like nothing Florida has ever seen, but this man used words like I had never heard them used. He went on and on for atleast three minutes without letting me get a word in otherwise. Luckily I couldn't hear very much of it because my hottie supervisor kept walking around infront of me.
Oh, did I mention him before? It's so weird because you and I know I have little to no interest in guys or girls or in anything other than myself. But when I met...