Amanda says my blog sucks.

When your best friend tells you that your blogs sucks, the only way to rectify the suck is by slapping yourself and snapping the fuck out of it.

Let's get this straight, there's nothing too terribly wrong with me. Sometimes I'll get something stuck in my head and need an outlet and my twitter is littered with random people who tweet me weird shit so I put it on here. APPARENTLY AMANDA THINKS MY RANDOM THOUGHTS SUCK. Well, next time she thinks I suck I'm going to buy a strap on, bend her over and destroy her lady parts and wonder if she'll think I still suck. Maybe after I put her in a wheelchair she will, but not during. JUST SAYIN'.

In the life of me, nothing is new. There really isn't anything to blog about. I haven't killed my boyfriend, although he thinks I'm trying to make him fat. Maybe a little. Just a little. But only because I get off watching him devour plates of food I make him rather than get off on body fat. It's a different kind of totally fucked up fetish. What else? I got my very first cavity filled, I dreamed of blowing up my car and then almost went forward with it. I went on a carrot cake baking binge but sadly not an eating binge. This whole "omg I weigh almost what I did when I was 17" thing has consumed my life and possibly in a creepy way without the vomits.

Otherwise, life is good. Now leave me alone.

hard restart

I have you now,
Just in my dreams,
You came with my glass slipper.

It all adds up.

and then the switch is flipped off.

Possibly not.

Can you love a person that's in love with someone else?