Kristy

It's been a loooong time.

Basically old boy was a little bitch and I was under copious amounts of stress trying to deal with him, a long distance relationship with his now ex-best friend, a crappy manager turning our beloved store into a horrible abyss, said manager getting fired, screwing up my chances of ever getting that damn promotion and hmm....lets see....

I've decided to move to Kamloops with new boy and perhaps even look into school.

What's new witchu?

What the Hell is happening and it makes me nervous.

Bob Bryar watches It's Always Sunny in Philedelphia.



Thanks for making me aware, KLeroux.

I miss you. I want to hang but you live so far a away and we both have school and we're both kind of dykes. FUCK OUR LIVES.

I really don't understand why I have to know so much abuot teeth.
Like, sure I get part of..it saves time the person can be like this certian tooth hurts and I could be like "Hey, Dentist...just a prgnosis here but I think that _____ is what is wrong with them, but hey, I'm probably wrong I'm just a receptionist."

Also, I feel that I'm almost being prepared to be a hygienist. Seriously I'm friggin' set to be one I just need to learn about how to floss.
Kleroux, how the Hell did your mom do it? Did she just dive head first into all this crap?
I'm pretty sure she'd be my hero if that were the case.

FUCK YOU, TRANSIT DRIVER.

Seriously, your bus did not say 351 Cresent Beach Express, it simply said 351 Cresent Beach. Even so, you could have at least let me off the bus and, oh, I don't know...NOT kidnapped me.

But seriously, You're a douchebag and I wish terrible things upon you!
All I wanted to do was to go to Goddamned UBC to see my friend and check out her new rez spot but NOOOO you had to be all "No, this is an express bus, no stops."

Honestly, there were two other people on the bus, one of which was an old man who was either in a very, very deep sleep or dead. So, pretty sure, he wouldn't have even noticed. Not even if the bus tipped- that might be on account of the fact that, yeah, I seriously think that this old man was dead.

EITHER WAY. I WAS LIVID. SEETHING. So God damned pissed.
I hope you go to Hell...or get suspended, you know, what ever.

See you in six days.





Ha. See.

Now, should we invest in a camaro or corvette?

 Kieran!

I need to pick up my dress for dry cleaning.

Good-bye, I guess.

But Happy Birthday anyways.

Will Teri and Kristy ever work at the Keg again?
Will the managers take the gerbils out of their ass'?
Will Mac ever trim his greasy stach and quit being a whiny bitch?

TUNE IN NEXT WEEK TO FIND OUT!

...the words "wanna be in a porno?" will forever be in my head.

...for K. Leroux to make a post about her fattycakes boot camp. 

First day can't be that bad, right?



On a note that is far more superiour to fattycakes boot camp my sister called and demanded to be a bridesmaid and I told her that it was in two years and we'd see and she flipped out.

Bitch.

Quoth the Raven, nevermore.

It's a wonderful line.
 

I'm in love!

You guys will see, in one month.

EDIT: K. LEROUX!

THANK-YOU SO MUCH! YOU'RE THE BESTESTESTESTIST EVER!!

I don't know if there is a way I can thank-you for what you're doing for me.

Basically Emerson and I slept well into the morning but once we were done we got so much painting done in my room it was wonderful.

...I was going to post something long but I'm just going to say I had a lot of fun, learned a lot of things and met some new people.

Thanks for the fun.

My mom stole my iPod.
Seriously.

Unless by some weird chance it got hooked into Kieran's things ans stayed there through getting out of the car, getting made up, going to work, going to allison's house, and going to langley...my mom stole it.

She stole it and pawned it for money to buy drugs.

I'm depressed at this. 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v668/CaptainMilo/Picture13.jpg

GUESS WHO!


God, I don't even know how I convinced him to do that with me...
Like seriously, you don't just go up to him and be all "HEY! Wanna take some emo pictures with me?"

FUCK! Seriously your life has no credibility to have angst. Just shut the fuck up. You have a great life and you appreciate it, okay? We all know you appreciate so don't go turning around and say that it sucks, don't whine.

I don't really complain about my life. Talking about arguments with family doesn't count...overall I think I've had a pretty swell life but you, you fucking cunt, you have to go on and on and on. Not just with words with pictures, with poetry, with artsy shit (which still doesn't give you cred.) I've had way more terrible things happen to me, way worse.
I lost my innocence at the age of four. You've lived in a protective shell of love and appreciation by your family. See the difference? See what you should and shouldn't complain about? In your case, nothing at all.

So stop being a brain-damaged, whiny, annoying, diseased harlot of a rug muncher, okay? Just stop. You're a joke.

....I bet none of this would have REALLY bothered me if you didn't, in the tiniest of instances, turn your back on us. It's not even that it's just me...it was all of us.

Bitch.