Why is it I can only look into my own eyes in the mirror when I'm alone; as though if I were to look at myself in public, they'd be able to see what I see -- fear. A certain fear that no one will ever love this face that taunts me. A certain fear of growing old alone.
Today's rant is brought to you by: Global Warming - Hopefully you are all dead by the new Ice Age...
No.
See how easy it is to say that? No. It's not difficult at all. It's only one syllable, two measly letters...so why in the hell is it so hard to say.
Drinking, drugs, sex, and pregnant all before the age of seventeen. This is EXACTLY how I want my daughter to grow up. Daddy's little... W
Considering this is the first of probably very few blogs you will ever get out of me, I will start of with an introduction of who I am… and what I’m all about.
1. I curse…a lot. If that offends you, well then too bad. I don’t apologize for my inability to limit my vocabulary for someone’s sensitive eyes and ears.
Emilie and I were talking the other day about people's knowledge nowadays. She was having issues with someone at work. She told a fork-truck driver to do something because another one of her fork-truck drivers was going to be leaving in 10 minutes. He said something to the order of "He can do it, it'll take less than 10 minutes to do." She told him it didn't matter, she asked him to do it.
Image: A watercolor & ink doodle from my art sketchbook.
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Before I start my very first entry blog, I'd thought I should share at least some basics. I'm an Asian female in Texas. I'm a senior, 18 and anxious to vote for the first time. I'm passionate about video games, art, and naps. This is the only blog I'll write in.
Personal Freedom
Alright, I am way, way tired of this racist bullshit coming from minorities. They seem to think that caucasians have no idea what it is like to be discriminated against because of religion, culture or what the fuck ever. Do they now how self-righteous they sound?
