Starchaser.

First! Watch it.




Beer pong fucks the shit out of you. I died last night.

-Ingested blood. If you swallow blood — during a nosebleed, for example — subsequent vomiting may include some of this blood.

-Prolonged or vigorous vomiting. Vomiting may cause a tear in the small blood vessels of the throat or lower esophagus. This may cause blood to appear in your vomit.

-Peptic ulcers. Peptic ulcers are open sores that develop on the lining of the stomach, upper small intestine or esophagus. In addition to feeling a burning pain anywhere from your navel to your breastbone, you may vomit blood that appears either red or dark (like coffee grounds).

-Internal inflammation. Inflamed tissue in the esophagus (esophagitis), stomach (gastritis) or upper part of the small intestine may cause blood to appear in your vomit.

-Cancer. Various types of cancer may cause you to vomit blood, especially cancers of the stomach and esophagus.


I have cancer. Great!

I havent felt good in about a week.
Thank mother nature for Marijuana and it's temporary rush.

Well, fuck.

Feed me to the lions.

I can guide a missile by satellite and I can hit a target through a telescope and I can end the planet in a holocaust.

Chainsaw to the pussy.

Let's complain!

1. I might think you're a cunt.

2. You know when people talk straight out of their ass and make up these absurd stories that always have to top what you said just before they started to babble about something that is pysically impossible but they just say it to sound better and more interesting than you? Yeah. That makes me itchy.

3. Do boys have a menstrual cycle? I think they do, because every male I know is acting like they have a vagina. Tip: Please invest in some Midol. It relives bloating, fatigue, head aches, cramps, and back aches.

4. I hate loud, obnoxious human beings. Especially white ones. Leave that to the colored folk, please. It's expected of them.

5. I give out too many cigarettes. From now on, don't ask me, because I am broke, and it's all your fault.

Would you?

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I love:
Africa by Toto. That song rules.
My rabbits double chin.
Apple bongs.
My mattress.
The Deadly Spawn.
My earings that make me look like a spanish wannabe.
Manhatten Special when it doesn't explode.


I'm getting paranoid about moving to PA. I hope I don't end up living with really mean bitches who steal my Hot Pockets and never let me use the bathroom. I'ma shank someone.

I have to go for surgery on my nose again because I have like 9 deviated septums and I still cant breathe. Thanks for the crappy genes, Mother. Just kidding I love you.

I want to play the harmonica. Teach me. Then give me money to buy a set.

I want to be Ceto: "She is the personification of the dangers and horrors of the sea. Her name eventually became a name for any generic sea monster. Ceto is regarded as the mother of the Gorgons and many other monsters."



If you know what movie this is from, I love you.
The bacon on the wall is absolutley incredible.

I feel like more.

SASSY IS OKAY! IM PICKING HER UP RIGHT NOW :)

Everything you love should be invincible.

My cat is in the hospital. I don't know what happened to her, but she is cut up pretty bad. Either she got into a fight with something HUGE, like a turkey. Or she got hit by a car. Her eye is destroyed, they think she might be blind, hense she needs her eye removed, and her jaw is dislocated. Sasssssy, I love you.

You're anointed, that's why you get so disappointed.

FUCK THE PO-LICE.

Why do I always get pulled over by black cops? I hate their fucking mini-flashlights that they shine in your face like it isn't blinding or capable of destroying my cornea. They always find the profanities in my car too, but they just never arrest me. They just tell me to be careful and do the right thing. Thank the Lord for being a somewhat good looking young woman.

I watched MURDERBALL today. A documentary about Wheelchair Rugby.

Quite enjoyable, but it made me depressed. So I watched Day of the Dead afterwards. Bub is the love of my life.




I hate seeing people eating alone. I always want to sit with them and keep them company. For some reason it really gets under my skin. I was at Wendy's before with everyone and the cutest man with a 90210 t-shirt came in and sat by himself. I had to walk out.

I wish it was possible to get melodies tattooed on your body instead of art. If it ever becomes reality, I am going to get "World and Dreams" by Misery Signals.

I always feel 2 inches tall and inferior to everyone else.

Apparatus.

Maybe this website will cure the disease that I have.


Something in my room is beeping. I don't know what it is and I am too comfortale to get up and check. Punchmeintheface, I never sleep. At least during normal hours. Oh well, I have all of purgatory to sleep through. Oh, wait.

My bunny is looking at me. Sometimes I get nervous that Reincarnation is real, because at random points throughout my day I just feel like getting naked, and my bunnies stare at me while I get undressed. I hope there isn't a creepy old man in there. I mean, I lied. Creepy is nice.

I wish I made plans or did something productive with my time. I want to see Pineapple Express, but I know afterwards Chris will get mad at me because he thinks I love James Franco, which is false. Seth Rogan? Now that's a completely different story.

My parents don't care that my sleeping patterns got anally fucked to Hell and back, they're just happy because I'm always up to make the coffee.

If I could be anyone, I'd probably want to be Bjork. She's a creepazoid, but for some reason I want her face.

I randomly get into these weird moods where I feel the urge and need to download absolutly ridiculous music. Last week I download a buttload of 90's rap music. Blackstreet rules, and "No Diggity" is probably my favorite song. That's a lie, but it helps me get ready faster in the mornings.

I wish I was still a stoner. I smoked shweed before, for the first time in about a month or so. Two hits, dunzo for me. It was nice. I hate it though. I have a love/hate relationship with Miss. Mary Jane, and those are never good. Either I get muted or I talk peoples ears off when I'm stoned. This is why I love beer. You can never go wrong with some booze.

It's 6:36 in the morning.