  Heya trusty Blog. I was just watching skinny bitch models box on T.V. The guy who put the whole disaster together said that they were going to be showing it monthly, then it hit me that by watching it I was supporting it, so I turned it off.
Yes, I know. Another night of staying up. I have no discipline. Is it my fault? I think not! I just realized that I look like every other damn white girl in America. I could pass for fucking britney Spears with some makeup and a tan. WTF? Just kidding. So my Mom told me a few days ago that Jim took all the money out of our bank account and gambled it away... I was like wtf!!! And then today she springs it on me that he got in a big-rig accident and is in the hospital... And I was like WTF !?!
I'm not Aces on what it means but I do like to say wtf a lot. I hope I figure out what it means to me so I can analyze the shit out of it and find out what I've been feeling lately...Why? Because I said so! And I have nothing better to do because I am pathetic... Am I the only one that thinks with words? Is that bad? Are their really intuitive people out there that don't? Why the fuck do I only understand words? Why the fuck must things have a name? I live my life by logic... I blame the words! There ARE no feelings. They must be described using the words provided by the English Language because I am typical and dumb. I never just think something and can't explain it.. If I can't explain it I can't think it. If I can think it I can say it because my emotions are limited to words.
I am fucked up. But we all know that, right? Yeah. Who needs a reminder. I have to remind myself because if not I will forget and then I can't fix it. For some reason I think if I worry about everything that's wrong in my life I will fix it eventually. Kind of like a life to-do list that pinches me in the ass every once in a while, making me feel like shit because there's nothing I can do about the things on it.
A normal person would forget about it because there is obviously nothing they can do about these things, And they know would probably be a lot happier. But noooooo. Not me. I strive for perfection and that is the reason why I will never be happy. Here's a quote for ya... "If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time. " -Edith Wharton- 
