The cops came to my party, like I knew they would. And I’m completely fucked, like I knew I would be. My parents hate me. My window is completely broken. I had to stay up all night cleaning while my sister was asleep at my dad’s. Even though this was 99% her party and she’s the IDIOT that let the cops in my house and through my ROOM even though we had discussed 100 times what to do if the cops came. I wasn’t even here at the time. Having a younger sister is some serious bullshit. I’m in so much trouble. Haha
Buut I spent like two hours last night, after crying about my shitty circumstance, making out with the boy I like and nothing really seems as bad as it should. I can’t wait to see him again. It was nice to have someone to hold my hand and distract me from what was really happening. The part of last night that I was with him was like a dream or something. Compared to the punch-in-the-face reality of my parents calling me to yell about how much I suck. Parents are so weird. This honestly isn’t even a big deal. I wish they would trust me a little more. I might do stupid shit, but I do stupid shit more intelligently than anyone I know. We didn’t even get a ticket! Like who gives a fuck, even if this was a sober fucking bible club we still could have been loud enough for the police to be called. This is pierpont for fucks sake. So big deal they gave us a warning and everyone left. I didn’t even want to have this party and now both of my parents want to kill me. The house is fucking spotless, beside the broken window that I have to figure out, it doesn’t even look like anyone was over. If those dumb ass pigs hadn’t called my mom she wouldn’t have ever even known I had people over. Life is SOOOO fucking stupid.
okay so we know about jesus when he’s a baby, and jesus when he’s an adult, but does the bible ever mention his rebellious teenager years?
‘jesus, go feed the donkey.’
‘yOU’RE NOT MY REAL FATHER’
Me, Karen, Mike, Dori, Kristine, Jody, Troy, Tina, and Richie. 1990
I swear, I pretty much exclusively wore Sting t-shirts for the majority of my teen years. I am glad a picture finally surfaced on the interwebs of me wearing one (and a red, yellow, and green wooden bead choker).
I wonder who kissed who….because there must’ve been a reason for me to look so pissed. And that was almost always the reason.
I was totally freaked out by the idea of physical contact (unless it was for trust falls or something) but I would still get so angry and jealous when my friends would have someone to get all smoochy with.
I didn’t kiss anyone until the year after this pic was taken. When I was 18, in college. And even then it was just once and he was some big drug dealer in Harvard Square. He had no legs. He carried a meat cleaver under his wheelchair cushion. It was another year before the next time. I was 19. Other side of the country. Me and some dude were making out. He took off his shirt. He had the Rolling Stones lips and tongue tattooed on his chest. I freaked out, jumped out the window (first floor), and ran.
I was a late bloomer, to say the least.
Sure did love Sting though.
And I would totally rock Jody’s pants right now.
My posse was crazy and amazing.
I wish you could tell better in this pic that I had Milli Vanilli/Lisa Bonet hair past my butt.
I loved Milli Vanilli and Lisa Bonet.
And did I mention that I loved Sting?
I like LOVE LOVED Sting.
Like wrote poems about him loved him.
Teenagers are so weird.
Do your thing.
Fucking Problem feat. 2 Chainz, Drake & Kendrick Lamar // A$AP Rocky
Hahah sorry but I realized I kinda need this on my blog
Some days all I fucking want is to be left alone. I’m going fucking crazy over here and if you can’t even try to understand it then just fuck off?