ok. so. women. we get put down in society, we are the sex that gives birth (and all that fun stuff that comes with it), we get our self esteems crushed every time we think about holywood, people judge us no matter what, and worst of all, we don't have dicks to just pull out and ram chicks with.. yes, we sure as hell deserve the ability to have multiple orgasms. deal with it.
best part of my day?? FINISHED MY SCRIPT!!! that's right, no more actually writing. just editing. I'm soooo bloody stoked for being not so stressed.
hoshit. third term. as of monday?? kinda really really scary. the year is almost coming to an end. the year I thought I would hate every moment, but it's actually ok. I dunno if I'd be able to fit into my group of friends back home still. it's weird. I love them to death, but they're so different and distant. like back home people are moving forward, going on to their lives. and in richmond... it's all just halted. everyone has their place and everything just stays EXACTLY the same. yeah. that is why I am just the little feisty, pervy, immature dykeasaurus.
"raging raging.. BULL DYKE... raging."
need to find some time to just art freak out. because there's lots of random projects I need to work on. crafty things, sketchbookness, anything that crosses my mind. GAHHH ARTGASMS!!!
they say mirrors don't lie. but what if they do. the mirror always tells me I look somewhat decent, but the camera tells me I look like shit. what if all the mirrors of the world are lying to us? would anyone really care? would they spend more time slapping on an inch thick layer of makeup? would they just stop trying? the eye doesn't lie. if only we could transport our eyes to other people and see from their point of view. oh the possibilities.
sleep is calling my name softly and slowly.
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