my 5-jen-zen rules
- Always say bless you, god bless you, gadzuntight whatever. say something. something. even if u are an athiest, a stranger, i dont care say something acknowledge the fact i just unwillingly bodily convulsed. dont just sit there. fuckin rude
-Work out. even if your a fatty or will just eat cheese and chocolate all day so it doesnt matter. do it anyway. force yourself. you'll feel better, think clearer, have more energy. even if you dont look better cuz of all the cheese your body will think it does. trust me. and if nothing else u will at least maintain the fattiness u r already at its like insurance.
-cover your mouth when u cough. i know that sometimes 'it comes on quick' but dude. 6foot spray projectile is nasty. a lungy that no one knows where it landed is boo. i dont want to find a 3month old hardened lungy.
-write everything down. especially if you are a burnout. no one can ever argue with you..you always have proof- or at least a reference (esp if u hang out with shade balls....
-dont lie. i hate liars. im down with the neccessary white lie or like sometimes u need to lie but ..grrr. i hang out with seriously like 3-4 habitual liars. lying bout nothing. not even good lies. n they suck at it. diff lies for diff people. messy. i dont even call them out on it anymorecuz it turns into 12 lies. thier lies have infiltrated the group. ppl are like manipulated and it plays right into it. they work it so the person is thinking 'it could have happened like that...' dirty. or someone is venting it is prime opportunity to poison them. stop lying bad bad habit id rather die of my cig lung cancer death or the eating of my brain than be diseased by the -lie-
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5 reasons why i blog
i blog to rid the diarrhea of my brain
i blog because u dont get it -none of you-most of you
i blog because i am bored and my overstimulated analytical brain needs to regroup
i blog because i dont have a notebook in the backroom of RW to vent to anymore
i blog because i can
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I AM… a thinker, reader, artist, dancer, scholar, creater, burnout, strawberry blond tan freckeled me
I WANT… nice triceps, my old belly dancin abs
I HAVE… a brain that is eating itself
I WISH…i didnt eat those pancake covered oreos last night - faatttyyyy mcbuuttteerrryyy
I HATE… liar liar ur pants smell like soot little girl
I FEAR… my mom dying, this being it,
I SEARCH… for zen, and on google
I WONDER… how many calories were in the icecream cakey pancakey oreo goodtime that went down last night- actually i dont wonder or care just wanted to mention the pancake oreos again
I AM NOT… tall. a flaky bitch.
I DANCE… the safety dance
I SING… bad
I CRY… when i yem boo
I WRITE… how i speak
I AM CONFUSED… how ppl who r dee dee dee's make way more effin money than i do
I NEED… oreo detoxification
I SHOULD… not be blogging right now
consider urself tagged
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