My reputation, it cuts like a knife

My reputation, it cuts like a knife

Heartbreaker

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[01 Feb 2004|06:47pm]

New journal... on_the_streets.

$$ BLING IN THE NEW YEAR $$ [01 Jan 2004|12:07pm]

[ mood | antsy ]

[ music | Children of Bodom ]

The Lives and Crimes of 2003:

x. Befriending and then unfriending all the Wenatchee punks.
x. Thus earning the title "Back Alley Sally".
x. Getting a turntable.
x. Seeing Scotland and England, the best places I’ve visited yet.
x. "I’ve been sober for six months. Shit, Mickey’s Grenades?! Fuck sobriety!"
x. Earning the title "Twat Scum".
x. Going to Justin’s apartment what seemed like every weekend.
x. One night stands at Justin’s apartment.
x. Getting banned from Justin’s apartment.
x. Going to TJ’s house what seemed like every weekend.
x. Eventually burning my bridges with everyone there, too.
x. "Hey Terry, do you have any DRUGS?"
x. Becoming a scary coke fiend.
x. Passing out in Auto Shop thanks to weed.
x. Earning the title "Slut" (not just any slut, THE slut).
x. Hating all the Snoho pussylickers.
x. Mom getting a divorce.
x. Going to shows that I can’t remember.
x. Sleeping around too much.
x. Graduating 11th grade.
x. Attending Punk Rock Baseball.
x. Seeing that one girl’s genital warts! OHMYGOD!
x. Getting drunk every day of my life.
x. Puking every day of my life.
x. Getting held down and slapped on the ass by those STUPID fucking DICKLESS ASSHOLE HEROIN ADDICTS.
x. Puking all over a black transvestite’s suitcase on the bus.
x. Falling on my face after one bong hit.
x. Finally quitting drugs.
x. Dropping beer in front of a cop car.
x. Realizing that Beth’s Café is the single best place on earth.
x. Making out with everyone who’s ever existed.
x. And, of course, the two separate times at which I puked while giving head.

As for my New Years Resolution... fuck that.

( And as for my New Years Eve... it went a lil’ like dis. CLICK IT, I dare ya. )

(26 in the streets look out)

aehmaeohierja. [01 Jan 2003|12:23am]

[ mood | shit ]

[ music | Menace ]

Happy new year to everyone who pulled it off!

TJ let me down. I don't know why I expected shit from that horrid mother fucker, but he let me down anyway. To make a long story short, due to my tired aching body, I made my way all the way down to the fuckin CD to his trashy, nasty ass house that happened to be filled with the trashiest, nastiest people conceivable, ever.

Him and Cosmo and I (Cosmo was the only human being I remotely liked the entire evening) went to the ghetto ass store to buy some cigs and wine, and then essentially sat around in the pit of filth they called home for two hours until two pathetically unintelligent, indecent losers stopped by with their not-as-bad girlfriends.

This stupid fucker roommate kid wanted to stop by the neighbors who were having a smoke-out fest, and so we all accompanied his little incompetent self over there. The people were from new england and were really friendly and their house was cleanly as fuck, I almost loved them. Ooh and I also enjoyed this Australian girl named TAMARA, yes, and my named was SAMARA, and we bonded, to an extent.

Then we all piled into the pathetic losers' car, it wasn't really humanly possible but we managed. Cosmo got out of the car though and left to go somewhere, and I knew my dreams were ruined. We went to a gas station and they finally revealed the truth, that we weren't headed to a party, but to a hotel, probably so the two couples could have duo intercourse.

I was like "are you insane?" What did they expect me to do? Watch? Fuck TJ? Hahahaha. I rather eat shit. So I asked oh so kindly if they'd drive me home, even offered them money, but they were headed for Seatac (WHY!!!??!) and as I mention earlier, were indecent, so I got out of the fucking car. Then to make me feel even better they video taped me walking along the sidewalk. I would've done something witty for the camera but I was beyond caring by this point.

Then to top off my beautiful evening who came running after me? Good ol fucking TJ, and I ate food while he sat and tried, uncomfortably, to make conversation. Then I went home. Now I'm naked. And talking to a really irritating person, yeah you know who you are. I need to sleep the night off. Fo realz.

(3 in the streets look out)

[28 Sep 2002|03:50pm]

Try adding me, I just might add you back...

(314 in the streets look out)

Weekend Revolution [01 Jan 2002|05:02pm]

[ mood | Dissapointed, in fact ]

[ music | The Pist - (have a nice day ma'am now you can burn in hell) ]

Fat disgusting nipple muppets... Neo-Nazi jock orgies... frosting... and never to forget those old time fireworks. What else could eight pubescent teeners ask from a 365 day revolution, besides maybe a better excuse to indulge in colt classics?

And once again... Stone remains, water goes. For once, at least, I know where I'm headed. So what shall we call it? Be it the one valid desire, or the greatest deception? Special Value Pak, or another lifetime warranty of lies?

(look out)

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