If she cuts the hair I'll kill her. I live out my long hair fantasies through her.

A quick congratulatory note to Larsen and Mary for making it "official" and to Keister for getting out those pesky wisdom teeth. Here's hoping that you don't milk the recovery process for a whole fucking week.

Alright. Let's start off with the Warped Tour. It was miserable all fucking day long. Raining. Cold rain. I was with Leon, so that was cool, but I liked it a lot more last year when it was hot and I was with the SB and Joe Joe. I miss those guys. Don't see them nearly as much as I should. Two bands that were supposed to be on the line up that I really wanted to see ended up not being there. I don't know why the hell finch wasn't there. But the lead singer in Mest ended up in the hospital. I hope he's dying of aids. For that is the only acceptable reason I can think of for him not showing up in Detroit. I taught Leon the fine art of eating a gyro and made him hold my many stuffs for me that I had acquired at the tents.

I've been down in Columbus for the past three days escaping reality. Hanging out with SB and being treated like a Princess proves to be much more enjoyable than enduring the emotional abuse my mum subjects me to on an hourly basis. She likes to mind fuck me until my brain is chaffed beyond recognition. I can't take it anymore. Whether I'm at college or living with someone else I refuse to live her a day after the second. I've also vowed to get myself as fucked up on my birthday as possible just to spite her. Tattoos and piercings here I come! I was thinking about getting the monkey from the family guy tattooed on or around my twat so that whenever I had a new guy in bed he'd freak the fuck out when the panties came off. ļ

More in a day or two. Off to Dickson's at the moment.

Oh, and in reference to the title of the entry. Serves you right, you fucking prick.