August 2011
My friends keep telling me all this insane stuff that I was saying while I was blacked out/crying on Thursday. It's all pretty ridiculous but this quote takes the cake.
“I DON’T KNOW HOW SOMEONE COULD TREAT ME LIKE THIS WHEN I’M SO GODDAMN GOOD IN BED!!!!!! I KNOW HE ONLY LIKES ME BECAUSE I’M GIVING HIM THE BEST SEX HE’S HAD IN HIS STUPID LIFE IT’S COOL THOUGH!!!!!!!!!”
The ego on me when I’ve had some liquor in my system, not even Kanye could touch this shit.
"You don't know how to spell correctly, or how to speak properly, you can't even hurt my feelings!!!"
This is the line I’m using as the “nail in the coffin” when I go off on some dumb motherfucker who thought that despite the fact that we were hooking up, he could treat my like shit on my birthday.
HELL TO THE MOTHERFUCKING NO.
I am a bad ass bitch.
I do not put up with this kind of foolishness.
I refuse be treated like garbage by a man who can barely spell his own name, and who isn’t even cute. I can’t believe I was even upset about this for 24 hours. Godddddddd, so excited to kick this trash to the curb and to have my power back.
My mom told me earlier "You're so funny, you should start a blog or something!"
If she only knew that I do have a blog, but it’s only function is to showcase my mental instability/alcoholism/love of black men.
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So much for "Year 26 is going to be my best year ever".
After getting way too drunk off of Patron (story of muh life) I was left sitting in a parking lot, sobbing, and alone on my fucking birthday. Because my “friends” are fucking assholes and the men that I allow into my life for “D IN P” situations only, are even worse.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I surround myself with such bumfuckery?
I deserve better than this shit. I don’t act like it most of the time, but I do. I know I’m a jerk most of the time. I know that I CONSTANTLY cut people down and make fun of them. I know this. But I’m a good person. I care so much about other people that I cry at least once a day about other people and how unfair this world is to them. Actually, that’s a pretty good indication that I need to go back to therapy, but moving on. No one deserves to be left crying in a parking lot, alone, on their birthday. No one.
After last night, I’m going to be a ruthless ass bitch when it comes to cutting garbage people out of my life. I am also instituting a 3 drink max for the rest of my days on this stupid planet, because 5 double shots of patron BEFORE GOING TO THE BAR is too much for any one person to be drinking, period.
“‘MY DAD MAKES OVER 100K A YEAR, I DON’T DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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Mary Louise Zaklanovich.
This is how I finish arguments when I’m wasted. I am so fucking awesome, I cannot handle it. u____u
