todays birthday comes with:

an appetizer of anger.

a side dish of more anger.

For desert,the piece de la resistance..a broken door,scratched walls,and a thrashed room..stuck sleeping with a brat in this so called “bed room”.

So about 20 min ago I decided to comb my hair with a fork, I don’t know why I had the sudden urge to be like the little mermaid..now i’m struggling with a fork all knotted in the back of my head having my aunt call me a dumb ass and refusing to help me because thats “what I deserve”..but come on, you’ve seen how the fork just glides through her hair..I say its Disney’s fault for false advertising forks!

While riding in the back of a pedicab, your driver will:

• Yell at pedestrians.
• Make funny faces at you.
• moon you, making random strangers yell to “pull up your pants”.
• give you free rides.
• make you smile.
• Not let you sing disney songs.

Your driver will do all of these things…..well of course,only if his name is Ratts:).

So I go in the kitchen looking for something to drink,and I think to myself “I would fancy a cup of juice” I open up the fridge expecting apple,orange,or even the crappy poor people brand like cup-o-juice..but no of course all thats left is grape juice.

 Last night I decided to bleach my hair to add more blue die,I figured out that I didn’t have enough bleach AFTER I already started putting it on..so now theres brown on the top,blue through out my hair and my natural black hair…

just wonderful>.>

Mom: “Suck it up! Be a man! no one wants to hear you cry you little bitch!”

Me: “How am I supposed to be a man? I cant just grow a penis!”

~I learned crying can leave you scars and bruises at the end.~