I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And I don't really care, which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in
Mood: Pissed
Listening to: This Aint a Scene by Fall Out Boy
Time: 4:17 PM
Yo.
Blahhh, Yesterday Sucked ass, I was sick to my stomach like always, Today started out on the wrong foot.
My Dog Baby ate my Spam Sandwhich while I was killing a Wasp, I got pissed off and shot her in the chest with the B.B Gun, She stole my food D8
I almost jumped up and tackled her to the ground bitting her, Yeah I realize Im weird but I wanted that food. And I swore she couldnt pick it up, no one bothered to get the spray shit to kill the wasp so I had to meaning leaving my sandwhich, BECAUSE everyone here is a fucking Chicken. Not the good kind of Chicken. So course Im gonna be pissed off because of that. They're the God Damn Reason my food got aten! Blahhhhhhaouishdfu'asf
Not Going Along with my Writting Career, I made my mind up, Writting that much isnt really my best thing to do.. I'd rather draw, Which I am, Im just still confused on what I want to do with my life. Which Is Sorta Terrible...
Job Dreams:
- Singer/ Musician
- Working in The Library
- Working at The Emmitt House ( A Very Old Resteraunt owned by Mr. Emmitt, Who was very rich Around when Waverly was established. It also is Haunted)
- Photographer
- Writer
I want them all, But I'd never be home at all, And if I was working at the Library I'd have to go and work right after school and for the Emmitt house I'd be working Night shift.. I'd never Even Be Home, no Comp No Nothing *sighs*
Plus It'd add to the fact I have no life. It'd Take away my time talking to my boyfriend, Which basically will be dimming down more by the time hes 16, Which is in December and hes gonna get a job And when Im 16 im gonna go find a job, Which is gonna be at both the Library and Emmitt house I think. Which is not gonna give me much time to myself other than the Library, I mean Sure reading books is amazing and all, but I dont think the whole Idea of me not being around the house much is very grand, Which means Im gonna be Tired As FUCK. And also Means Im gonna be bitching about it, Mind you this is going to be happening 2 years from now. And Im going to be upset about it.
