Money: Root of all Evil

Need I say More?

So. F-ing. Tired....

so... having a kitten is fun and all...
but when its 5 am and you wanna play scratch
my neck grabbing at my necklace you can just go
piss off. honestly.

Enough with this Polly Pocket bullshit....

Ok,
let me first of all say, i hate drama.
i fucking hate it.

Live and let Live is the way I move
I treat people the way i want to be treated.
I am positive, optimistic and most of all
I want everyone to be happy.

If want to drag me into a soap opera,
let it be known that I will not play along.
I have included some drama for you below to get your fix,
so leave me alone.

If he was thrown in the TunderDome, he would of totally won...

Hey Monday....

FUCK YOU

A lil boo boo ba wi wa

Sun Faded Posters

I see your work, you wanted to promote yourself.

You see yourself on the walls of many stores, then you see yourself thrown to the side. While we try to buy, try to keep up with the times.
What we see on the Internet, MTV. Digital is the new distribution. yet,

Analog is a part of me.

It seems like we are running ourselves in circles. The smell of competition is thick in the air. Creativity in music and art has been smothered, and that's what the mainstream has been training us to do. Put your face on a poster. Put your body on the wall. The more you are seen the higher your status in this society. The more you can get us to gawk, the better. The more you can fool us of your beauty, the more you can gain. Overtime we will all lose interest.

We will remember that song that you promoted, and remember how much we hate it now since it was played every hour, on the hour. We will see that sun faded poster of yours on the old closed record store wall. Remember when it seemed like you were on top of it all?

I write music for me.

This is my outlet. This is what makes me happy.

I never want to be a part of the corporate fuckery.

Denying every part of you, for something they want you to be.

What they will get is your dignity, what you will get

is a sun faded memory.

KITTENS SMELL LIKE SHIT

sometimes they do,

sometimes they don't.

Ill let you know soon

When the Robot War hits, I hit the Ozarks...

Ima drunk bitch,

and my mind is creative

so i started thinkin bout robots

and I read an article

on how this one specific robot can replicate itself

shit

well

let me tell you

I love this place, MISSOURI
its pretty

in fact,

i was born and raised here,

yet I had to travel across the country to apprechiate what we have here,

so when the robots strike

Im headin southwest to

the OZARKS

I know, it may seem weird,

But

My family has deep roots here,

St. Louis

and the ozarks

Roques Histoy

Parks

The oldest Mountain range in the world.

the beautiful caves and scenery

I cannot compare
I will meet you there

To get away

we will be one day

My grandpa laughs as he tells me stories

of times past

of racing the car over gravel roads

to deliver a special cargo

But nowadays

when I go back

Everyone can fit in that crack

AND WE CAN HIDE FROM ROBOTS
HA HA HA HA HA A

So

Well Fuckity Fuck Im Drunk'
Im leaving it and I done CARE DAMMIT!
so
I was some nachos
some soda and a lil spinkles
can you compain?
nope
shut you hole
meagu

Hey Monday....

PISS OFF.

I dont feel like writing now, maybe later.

TORNADOS dont happen in the Corporate World

So while my broke ass was riding the train into work this afternoon,

St. Louis had a shitstorm positioning its self right over the city for a major t-bagging.

As I am wisked through the railroad tracks and industrial chaos

I imagine what it would be like to be on the train, and picked up by a tornado.

Just Think of it...It could be THAT bad, could it?

Well, At Least I wouldnt have to go to work today. Shit.

"Funnel of Death"

Photograph of a tornado in Kansas, taken less than a minute before it struck the point where the camera had stood.

Crazy Shit! So no, now I have changed my mind about being on the Train in this event.

So I finally arrive to my station, and troping up the street through the sheets of rain,

I hear the the blaring Tornado Warning Sirens. I guess you are supposed to take cover when one hears theses?

Well I just kept on walkin, gotta get to the 7th floor my building and out of this DAMN RAIN.

Once in the building, the lobby is filled with the nervousness of soccer moms and professional suits, wondering if the Tornado is going to finally lay waste to this sinkhole ridden mound.

Im just hoping to loose power so I am able to leave and go back home.

I push past all these folks, aboard the elevator (wondering the whole time if it will get stuck, so now Im in an elevator in a tornado. This is AWESOME)

and begin my peaceful day at work.

Hey Mom, Its the Rapture. I made it, you didn't...

So check this out...

youvebeenleftbehind.com provides data storage, and one of its best features;

a "Rapture" triggered email system to notify your loved ones that they have been

left behind.

I can see that shit now! You'll think your getting a funny video of a house fire or something from your grandpa, but instead it will be his way of telling your smart ass, "I told you so".

And you can get this piece of mind for a subscription of 40 bucks a year

(hey, it says it might actually get cheaper if more people sign up. Not Too Shab)

Speaking of Shab, that game is totally going on my moms Christmas list.

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24 going on 14

so some people get go to high school, graduate
say "it's the best times of your life!" ,
then repeat that same bullshit over again for the next four to ten years
of their lives in college. Add to that the sizable student loan debts
they have accumulated over the years and before they realize, the are
working some lame ass pretty polly pocket hop along bullshit.
Payin the Bills...

SHIT! Those People look like they are enjoying learning too much!

At my school I couldn't even throw away my dirty snot rag

without gettin bitchslapped.

Fancy Pants Idiot Child over here wants none of that apparently.

I want to lay around and run

and play!
No work!
Ugh, We all have these fantasies.

My behavior has seemed to digress back to when I
was a mere 14 years of age

Making movies with my friend Jenny B from school...
Taking ridiculous photos of ourselves acting like trolls.

Welllll...Jenny B and I still hang out,
and she is the best of friend,
also going on 14 years old.

(even though we both will be 25 this year)

and we get DRUUUUUUUNK!

The hilarity ensues &
We end up doing things like this....

and THIS...

But, "SO HEY!" As Jenny and I would say (mocking her grandma)

"because we like it!'

Summertime is St. Louis

It's Hot.

It's like 98% Humidity,

yet its not raining...

Welcome to Summertime in St. Louis, bitches.

I will be the first to say I love this Gritty Ole Bitch, but damn!

When she gets hot, she takes no mercy.

You can run and hide, try to jump in the Mississippi

but soon your fate will be like the ice cream cone.

So,

On another note, I made a blog.

I guess this means Ill write my to my lil hearts content now.

Perhaps inside in the climate controlled cool.

This is how I will beat the heat, sucka