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Why am I so fucked up?
Listening to:
� Fear Factory - Genetic Blueprint (New Breed)
� KMFDM - Anarchy
I haven't written anything in the longest time. Well, the vacation at Ocean City was a bust. Mainly because I was stuck with a morbid little jerk who acts like she needs attention 24/7. The only moments peace I had was when she went to the arcade. I hate arcades myself, so I took a little walk and bought a bag of incense. I'm glad I had a chance to get away for a while. I was starting to lose my mind being cooped up with her the entire week.
I'm just pissed off because this was my second year at Ocean City, and I've never even seen the ocean up close. Earlier, Amy said "If you wanna go, I will." Feh. Right. We get there and the story is totally different. "I hate the water. I'm not going." Just because she doesn't want to do anything doesn't mean I have to, right? But there is that problem of not having anyone to have fun with. Is it so god damned wrong to want to not be alone for once? She's got her stupid pet bird, and what do I have? I don't have jack to keep me company. Shame I couldn't bring my cat. She could've put an end to that little shit's life.I have a lot more ranting pent up in me, but those things shouldn't be displayed for public eyes. I may lose a friend.
By the way...happy birthday, you little shit.
Speaking of, I'm not allowed to see her for a while now. Her parents dug through her trash and found pages of our little roleplay thing we do. That wasn't the best scene to read either...since it involved child porn. Her mom already got ahold of a page earlier and while eating her sandwhich, was reading about a man getting his dick cut off with a razor. Aren't the things we write just lovely? <3
Mom and dad took Dan to a train museum in Pennsylvania today, leaving me alone for most of the day. They don't exactly trust me alone in the house. We don't have any rapists or robbers down here. This is a fucking cul-de-sac. Even if somebody did break in, might as well kill me then rape my dead body, cause there's nothing of value in my house. Just some junk that Dan busted from his temper tantrums and some more junk that my dad wont let go because it belonged to my granparents. He yelled at me once for saying "they don't need it where they are." So, I spent the day lounging around, eating their food and playing Godzilla in the bathtub with Dan's toys and my Mothra and Godzilla (I am one very sad, sad individual, I know).
So...there are those ears I ordered, along with a collar I picked up at the dollar store. It's a lot more comfy then my cat's stretchy one. Also, here's a sketch I did (note the word 'sketch').
Fixed version refuses to upload right now, and I'm not in the mood to fight my internet connection. So, this is what Kaht, my fursonna's body looks like. She's usually depicted "nude" because 1.) I'm too lazy to think of clothing for her. 2.) It's her natural state. She's an animal!
Well, this entry went down the craphole. There'll be better ones.
10:20 pm - July 16th, 2006