I’m suddenly very stressed. My day was going so well until after lunch when I had a panic attack and then everything spiraled downhill from there.
God. I can never have one good day.
Thanks mom. You sure are awesome.
Already yelling. Already telling every body how fucking lazy we are and how terrible of people we are. Already cussing. Already raging.
There is a reason the police kicked you out of your house mom. You’re violent and a danger to the family.
Stop saying it’s your house. You don’t pay fucking anything in this house. No bills, no mortgage, fucking nothing.
Stop acting like you’re a queen.
Edwin, brother, thank you so much for calling the cops.
Thank you so much. I don’t want her here anymore.
I guess it was a mistake to miss my mom. She didn’t deserve that.
God.
This is the spoils that my father brought back from his Mexico trip :3
Most are spicy, but all are FREAKING GODLY.
I want to nom on the pulparindo sooooo badly…
The cops were called on my mom last night. Because she was hurting my dad, brother and sister. And cussing out everyone. I didn’t get hit, but still. Scary.
Not to mention this is the first time this has happened since I was like 10, but I had gotten hit that time.
On a lighter note, I bought my first pair of matching underwear ever. And my whole wardrobe is going to consist of only plaid, stripes, and black/blue stuff. I pretty much have all of that down, but I still have a few red, purple, and other colored shirts.
Also, I need to tell someone this besides my boyfriend. And I told him, but all he said was he understands I have a bad family life. He really didn’t understand the severity of it until I said Child Protection Services can take me away or my parents will divorce and I will never be able to talk to him again pretty much. I also have no say in the matter of who I would live with because I am not 18 yet.
But really. Only bright side of my month so far was hanging out with my best friends. And staying over at http://mcsephiroth.tumblr.com house. She has a huge house. Makes me feel like a Thundercat.
HOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Or, if you like the newer art style:
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
My boyfriend broke up with me (or it’s a break, I hardly know). We’re still friends, but I ended up blowing up on him later because he was being pretty insensitive about some people here that had died in a car accident last night. I mean, I didn’t know the girl, but it happened pretty close to home and the guy that died was a great guy.
But I’m getting payed 28 dollars in the next week. Using it to buy new shampoo and some hairspray.
Using the rest to pay back my friends for buying me food stuffs when we hang out.
I keep finding amazing things on ebay that I want but I lack money. I accept my fate with this until I am able to find a job (most jobs around here are already taken or I’m “too young” to work there).
I watched Rise of the Planet of The Apes. SWEET ASS MOVIE. My friend Koda and I are huge ape fanatics (apes and monkeys, although apes make us happy (and yes, there is a difference)) so we enjoyed it greatly. We learned some pretty awesome ape-ish behavior from that movie.
My mom keeps going off the deep end.
I’m playing RE:CoM still.
I made a little series about a Shadow Heartless whose first and only heart that he caught is his best friend and he’s kind of emo (I think it stemmed from my deep sadness as of late that my heart is just not recovering from all the pain quickly enough before more pain hurts it).
I’m surprisingly not that sad about being single/on a break. I mean, sure, I cry when asked about it, but it’s kind of reflexivity on my part. Maybe this is just what we needed to make our relationship strong again. Maybe take a few days away from everything but each other could also help, but if I try and tell him that he’ll think I’m trying to get rid of his friends again. He always thinks I’m trying to get rid of his friends.
(LONG RANT LOL)
Because I do, all the time.
And if my ex calls me an arrogant and annoying bitch again for being literal of all things, I will figuratively kick him in the balls and never speak to him again.
He doesn’t know how much it hurts to be called a bitch. Seriously. Especially for someone like me. It just hurts more than anything I can imagine.
And I have an overactive imagination…
I need a quiet place…
Because if I do, my imagination will tell me there are little baby kitty kicks in her belly and kitties make me the happiest person alive.
I want my cat to get pregnant. I really want just baby kittens all the time. All the time…
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They Don’t Shoot Bullies of the Day: Jennifer McKendrick (AKA Jen McKen), a self-employed photographer from Pennsylvania, recently came across a Facebook page created by a number of teenage girls as a sort of “Burn Book” for the purposes of “say[ing] mean and hurtful things about their class mates.”
“It was beyond ‘your clothes are ugly’ or ‘you don’t have any brand clothes’ or ‘you are ugly, your hair is not right,” she told 6 News. “It was vicious. It was talking about sexuality.”
McKendrick recognized some of these girls as clients who had senior picture photoshoots scheduled with her. She promptly sent those girls (and their parents) an email letting them know that she will not be able to proceed with the sessions.
“[H]ow I could spend 2 hours with someone during our session trying to take beautiful photos of them knowing they could do such UGLY things,” she wrote on her blog. “Realistically, I know by canceling their shoots it’s not going to make them ‘nicer people’ but I refuse to let people like that represent my business.”
McKendrick says she’s received emails back from two of the girls’ parents, expressing shock at their daughters’ actions and apologizing for their behavior. “So far I haven’t received any backlash but I’m ready for it,” says McKen, who understands that this decision may affect her business.
But her new policy stands, cemented with a powerful motto: “If you are ugly on the inside, I’m sorry but I won’t take your photos to make you look pretty on the outside.”
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They Don’t Shoot Bullies of the Day: Jennifer McKendrick (AKA Jen McKen), a self-employed photographer from Pennsylvania, recently came across a Facebook page created by a number of teenage girls as a sort of “Burn Book” for the purposes of “say[ing] mean and hurtful things about their class mates.”
“It was beyond ‘your clothes are ugly’ or ‘you don’t have any brand clothes’ or ‘you are ugly, your hair is not right,” she told 6 News. “It was vicious. It was talking about sexuality.”
McKendrick recognized some of these girls as clients who had senior picture photoshoots scheduled with her. She promptly sent those girls (and their parents) an email letting them know that she will not be able to proceed with the sessions.
“[H]ow I could spend 2 hours with someone during our session trying to take beautiful photos of them knowing they could do such UGLY things,” she wrote on her blog. “Realistically, I know by canceling their shoots it’s not going to make them ‘nicer people’ but I refuse to let people like that represent my business.”
McKendrick says she’s received emails back from two of the girls’ parents, expressing shock at their daughters’ actions and apologizing for their behavior. “So far I haven’t received any backlash but I’m ready for it,” says McKen, who understands that this decision may affect her business.
But her new policy stands, cemented with a powerful motto: “If you are ugly on the inside, I’m sorry but I won’t take your photos to make you look pretty on the outside.”
