A 5TH MOMENT WITH BOTCH.

THEY CALL ME STACY.. THAT'S NOT MY NAME.. THAT'S NOT MY NAME..

I REALLY DON'T GIVE A FUCK.. about anything really. it takes a lot to get at me, to urk me, to whatever. i don't really give a fuck about what people think about me, as long as it's me. like fuck, if i woke up in the morning hungover as fuck, i wouldn't exactly be like "yeah we can go out for breakfast, i don't mind if people see me".. cuz i go back and forth.. some days i'm like "fuck it, i'm grabbin dim sum in my fuckin' pajamas" other days i will not leave without applyin the lip gloss.
for the most part though, i don't give a fuck. i will jump on benches, i will dance like an idiot in the middle of downtown when people are everywhere. i will pick wedgies. i will spit.
i get really loud, and say whatever the fuck i'm thinking. i spill my drinks on people and think it's funny.. but if someone spills my drink i expect a new one.
i love rings or any jewelry that pirates or gangsters would wear. i'm real big on tacky shit. i love big goddy gold chains and things you wouldn't expect to be jewelry. i love weapons that are made into accessories. i think weaponry is absolutely fucking artful.
i watch tv with my hand down my pants. i don't know why i do it.. it's fucking comfortable.
i hold hands with my guy friends.. not cause i'm in love with them.. i just do. i'm really close with all of my friends, and when you're surfing through a crowd of people, it's nice to have a leader.
if anyone i knew, called me up and said "you wanna grab a beer?" i'd be down. i never turn down an offer to hang out unless i absolutely despise the person, or if i see them every day.. cuz then it's like easy sailor.. let me breathe.
i rage at concerts. i am always at the front. i fucking throw down.

my bad for the lack of blogging.. these past few days have been redic.. i'll try and get into it when i can. payce.