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Saturday, December 30, 2006
Lucy Liu: every fucking white men's fantasy. Dandy, aint it?(oh sure, im just completely, and utterly hating right now. Pfft, chea right. *gloats*)
When i die by the first week of next year, I want it to be worldwide. I want everyone to know that a kid like me who is not famous or have done something relevant for that matter died out of attitude guilt, misery from the people she've thought didnt care about her nasty sarcasm, and heart attack luled by sad genocide-ism in Africa along with her discussions of racism and imperfection; while an attempt of breaking her heart undergone, it unfortunately turned visibly into a stone, scaring off the dude with said vile intentions... Yea yea, i just thought it has been a crazy month with 3 notorious people already 6 feet under. First, James Brown who i thought got some pretty cool blues that cheered me up almost everyday "I feel good?". Ford's death followed, taking the spotlight away from the King of Soul. Then came Hussein's execution just yesterday making everyone (or anyone who care) jump for joy, have a merry fucking cheers, and the Irocki people chant happy.happy.oh joy, oh bleeping joy! I guess we have to leave this very amusing world one way or the other, eh?
Yesterday was sickening. I spent the whole day listening to my mom and her sweet, little, mr. perfect boyfriend argued like they're already married which did not only overwhelmed the life out of me but also made me to decide not to marry ever! in the future. I dont care if i'll find Mr. Right then; if i cant handle listening to 'em alone, how could i even handle my own freakin finances and what not in the future? I've notice marriage is good for the first 2 years of being together (Bed of fluffy, cotton candy, sweet momma!) but whatever happen beyond that is not a pretty picture: the man cheating, the woman going crazy, poor little jakey get left alone in the house trying to change his own diaper, then BOOM, the whole family get into their senses and divorce each other (bed of nails).
Anyway, we we're fine on our way to W. Hollywood but when we drove back to the valley and Mike already knew I'm not gonna fucking treat him to the movies, he started annoying me off with his constant "Awww your broke poor you" mental, cuckooness. I wasnt even fussing about it when he just started making it as his own problem convincing me that none of my age is as broke as i fuckin am. Riiggghhht bud, like i dont already know that! I hate it when people starts bugging me things that I dont give a damn about. Sure, i care if i have any money or not but i dont go on whining about it to other people that much. I dont go on preying others that they should get some "rich friends" blah blah to help them financially, blah blah. For pete's sakes! The man is money crazy; when he doesnt have any money, he gets mad like a stuntman, he yells at my mom, and just goo fucking nuts. I dont even know what my mom see's in him or that, how come my mom WHO IS STILL MARRIED TO MY DAD IS WITH THIS DUDE WHO HE CALLS OOOH HIS BOOOOYYYFRIEND...life IS VERY twisted.
I pretty much didnt wanna hear any of their conversations and rolled down my window instead, intently distracting some of the drivers. They looked at me like they've never seen an asian kid before, ghad. I dunno what they see me as but im sure am not an alien or a ghost or the exorcist character. Other than the stares, it was definitely some ride.
P.S. I'll be getting my haircut tomorrow. Im hoping for real bangs and choppy layers.
P.P.S. New year is coming, how was my '06? I really dunno. Time for THE list. XD
Blast that stereo, LOUD! {9:31 PM}
