AmelieKate

My so called reality...
2003-06-11 20:35:10 (UTC)

money reveals everything.

3 stops and the next one proves right.

granted i'm need/enjoy money just as much as the next
person, i honestly think its the root of all evil.

tomorrow is the highly acclaimed mud wrestling match. at
the beginning of this whole fiasco, i chatted with my dear
friends in charge, and set some guidelines. bottom line is
they were not followed.. at all. and i got really upset.
their reasoning was that it'll bring in more money, and
they can see boobs. its funny... when money and boobs are
involved, you see what your friends are really like, and
how much they value you. simple morals and small favors
apparently mean nothing. great. i love you all,
inconsiderate pricks. christ. honestly, i fucking hate just
about everyone. it seems theyre so caught up in their
exhistance, money, "reality", and social status that they
could give a shit for anyone or anything. damn thats cute...

ive become a pretty cynical/cold person. maybe i should
change things, but maybe i should stay this way. im not
covering anything up and am laying everything out on the
table.

i love how everything falls to pieces when you have it
figured out.

nothing is concrete, and everything happens for some
reason. all thoughts are unoriginal, and eventually,
someplace down the road contradict themselves. stop your
bitching and trying to be "deep". its not working.

maybe im just a bitch. god i ramble about so many
insignificant things, and about everything. christ. im so
cliche and retarded. oh well..

im done with my ranting for a bit. taste it later i
suppose.

listen to neutral milk hotel "two headed boy". its been constantly
moving through my head. and so it should be going through yours
aswell.




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