AWESOME!

So I am 20 years old and I am sitting in the computer room of my mothers house and I just downed 2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches made with Smucker's Goober Grape. The kinda of PB&J that is all mixed together. Its so fucking delicious. But I swear there are chunks in the peanut butter. Who the FUCK buys chunky peanut butter... like what if everything had the option to include chunk or no chunk. Like semen. Or orange juice.

So when I told you I was in the computer room I meant the spare room at my moms house that has all of my old stuffed animals in it in piles that my mom decided to throw a computer room. Oh, and its easter Sunday. I recently dropped out of college and I work at the mall. I sell pretzles. At one of those pretzle stands. Yeah... do you ever get a pretzle from one of those and see the really ugly fat guy standing there selling them to you? Well thats me. So what exactly stops me from killing myself? Fame. Beauty. and Sex. And Money and music and movies and scripts and lyrics and poems and long hair and sunshine. That is what I love.

I think its safe to say when I am being interviewed on a talk show sometime in the next 5 years that when they ask who my best friend in college was I will say Lady Gaga. Like... I like her so much more than anyone. I would rather listen to Judas than talk to most people. I was definitely closest with my Fame Monster CD, glitter, my lap top, the radio. I like art, not people. And I fucking love sex. I love orgasming. I love cumming. I looooove the fucking build up to that one phenomenal burst of pleasure that can make your eyes roll into the back of your fucking head and make you tremor afterwards. I love sex with other people and I love sex with myself.

I love ladies. I dont like girls and I dont like women. I love fucking ladies. Make up high heels long hair with looks to kill and an attitude to match. I love bad people. I love danger and I love hurt. Im psychotic Im twisted Im gonna get evicted.

I will write until I pull each and every last blonde hair out of this head.

work work work.