MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR TO AGREE WITH BOTCH.

YOU KNOW, I LIKE THE TASTE OF WINE.. BUT I RARELY DRINK IT. I DON'T LOVE IT, SO IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL TO CUT WINE OUT OF MY LIFE. I GOT BEER, AND I LIKE BEER.. PEACE TO WINE.

one long rant.. coming at you.. cause shit! it's wednesday!!

you know, i never really lie. i just can't do it. i'm not good at it. i usually get flossed out by whoever i lie to, they know i'm lying.. so i just don't do it. it's pointless. so when i say something, you can be assured that it's true.
everyone has it. what's "it"? "it" is a situation where you have your friends, and you have your acquaintances.. but there's also that secret category that no one really talks about, but we all have it. there's the acquaintances that you treat like friends.. because they're friends with your friends, so you give them a little extra without giving a little extra.

YOUR REAL FRIENDS WON'T DO YOU WRONG, REAL FRIENDS DON'T CHANGE.

i've never really believed in people "changing". i think change is too strong of a word. i think people may grow, they may act different, they may make different choices.. but deep down, people don't fucking change. ever. if they were an asshole, they will always be an asshole. if they were a cheater, they will always be a cheater. if they were a peachy keen goodie good, they will remain just that.
so, in knowing all of this.. and for experiencing 22 years of living. i have learned to be very careful with who i surround myself with, and with who become my acquaintances versus my friends.

"but.. i'm like nice though right?! i'm pretty nice."
"uhhhhhhh......botcho. you're really, not.

lol, okay. fine. so i'm not the nicest person in the world. i'm a little mouthy, i'm a little rude, and i'm VERY opinionated.. but i strive, and push hard to be as good of a FRIEND, as i can be.
if ever, anyone, has any problems with me, i would not be surprised.. as long as they approach me, it's fucking cool. if i get accused though, it's a completely different story. accusations are such fucking bull shit. they're even worse, when they're fucking false. if anyone, ANYONE, EVER, has something to fucking say to me. GO AHEAD AND FUCKING SAY IT. just make sure you know what the fuck you're talking about.. and if you go back and forth between apologizing and then accusing me, then you shouldn't approach me at all.

i live my life with simple rules. they are the following:
1. NEVER LET YOUR AUDIENCE SEE YOU SWEAT.
2. IF YOU CAN'T FIND A WAY, MAKE ONE.
3. STICK WITH WHO STUCK BY YOU.
4. YOU'RE EITHER THE LAST ONE STANDING, OR THE LAST ONE TO FALL.
5. STAY UP.

i read that list every single fucking day.. to remind myself how fucking aggravating people can be.. to remind myself to never let ANYONE get under my skin.. to remind myself there is always a way out.. to remind myself that people who don't do anything for you, don't deserve anything from you.. to remind myself that i will never hear gossiping birds.. to remind myself that through all the fucking bull shit, i'm botch.. and NO ONE, but myself; can remind me of the shit i went through, the shit i will go through, AND THE SHIT THAT I WILL THROW TO THE FUCKING GROUND WITH A MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR SO I CAN SAY, "fuck you".

yeah yeah yeah.
fuck you.

dessert shouldn't come til after the meal, but if you don't feed me conversation during lunch, do not expect me to fucking pay.

i will never settle for less. i will never fucking lower myself.. and i will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, be honest with myself and anybody who wants to fuck with me. so if you choose to say rotten things about me because my voice is a little louder than prissier bitches who are too shy to say anything, then fuck. whatever. just expect me to wave my middle finger right after i wave. you see me? hi hater.




wednesdays are so fucking wack and shit.