Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me.

I have issues. Honestly. I want to see a psychologist, in the hopes that I will one day (I'm typing this in a dramatic voice) understand myself. I want to know why I do and think certain things. Like why I want to conform to society...and men's expectations and have a hot size 10 body, yet I'm too lazy, too unmotivated and too addicted to facebook to go to the gym. I finished work at 3.30 when I usually finish at 4.30 LAZY SHIT!!! I say this about myself ALL the time so you would think that any normal person would go out and next time something like this happens, actually go to the gym. No. Of course not me. Pshht. As Hermione Granger would say "What an idiot"

ps. I'm a big Harry Potter fan.

pps. I still don't know why I'm doing a blog, I highly doubt that anyone apart from PP is even going to read this. (Deep down though I think that I'll feel really good about myself if I get some sort of a following of my blog...So now you (non-existent reader) are thinking that I'm a vain teeny bopper..and I say to that maybe but at least I'm honest and also you have no idea what I've done in my life....What the hell, I got a little bit defensive there...WTF mate.)

Love love love and peace!

"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."

- Chuck Palahniuk

First time caller, long time listener.

I'm a confused person. Really I am. I don't understand why I am here, why I am me with all my oddities and strange desires and loves OR why I have decided to start a blog.

Random Fact #1 Throughout highschool I never looked for the always illusive and mysterious Mr Right, then this year just out of school, I unintentionally fell. He fell too, so he said, but he got up and wiped the gravel from his hands as soon as he decided we weren't 'meant' to be. So he's a "JesusFreak" (self-titled), and believes in that "everything happens for a reason"....(grrr) Anyway I've only just gotten up and am still bitter about the gravel rash. However, screw him. Am I right ladies, or am I right. (Note to self: stop being so lame) I am going to forget about him. Easier said than done. The thing that annoys me most is that he still says he loves me, I would rather him tell me he was using me and then I could hate him, whereas I just can't. I'm going to read "He's just not that into you" and go from there. Okay enough teen angst shit. I'm actually a really happy person.

Okay blog you later world wide web.

Love love love..and peace.

Just going to leave you with a 'funny' and an 'amazing'.

"I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we're really talking about peace."

- George W.Bush.

(professional dickhead)

"When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if she'd ever just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge."

- Chuck Pulahiuk

(a favourtie of mine)