from under the pink

i wish tori and i were talking about the same thing.

number one is don't touch my shit when you don't have permission to do so. and you don't. so don't. and don't goddamned make it so fucking obvious.

maybe i've been a little upset about our non-evolving friendship.

you look at others as beauty without end, so why can't you do that for yourself?

i saw that i already knew that if you feel it, you need to deal with it. oprah.

it's sad that adults lie to themselves so easily.

i wish the world's population (probably especially here in the good ole USA) understood the simple fact that life ain't easy. pills don't make it easy. pills don't make you happy. you make that call, motherfucker.

they prescribe medicine so motherfucking easily because it's about money.

money equals power. that's what man-kind has been questing for since s/he first took in air.

kids are the world's future. they're not extensions of their over-bearing parents. i'm sick of parents who don't understand that fucking shit. i'm sick of parents who make excuses, not boundaries. i'm sick of parents who don't realize they're raising an individual. i'm sick of families being so goddamned tribal.

i'm sick of people who don't want something better for themselves. because it's work. and, god bless it, no one should have to work. forget the fucking fact that the world'll stop spinning if we all stop working.

i hate and i hate everything about you.

i want:

• to be encased in a plastic box with shades that are encased between the double panes.
• peace
• love
• challenge
• life
• family
• family
• family
• family

i'm disappointed at the direction this world is going.

i love and respect my new colleague because she owns her actions. she is in charge. she's the one at the helm. she chooses.

it's not some magical, ellusive chance.

i'm tired of "home" being used in a totally different context.

i'm fucking sick of "poor me".