devereis__god

10:12 pm: i'm sorry
hey, this isn't actually the user of this user. it's her cooler and better and bigger and sexier sister. no joking. we're basically equal except that i have more freedom than her.
well. as she is currently hospitalized i guess there's no harm in my writing just a single enry. bless. she says she won't be updating for quite a while. and also sorry to one of the users on her friends list (which is very short) as she has been unable to send money for something or another due to above reasons. i guess i'll be posted some shit for her then. what a good big sister i am. i think not. i should really not actually be writing my silly little things in her personal little thing. but oh well. i need to be soon. no. not visiting her. visiting hours past. going out. in fact i'm gonna have to get some stuff somehow beforehand. oh and need to pick up that gld collection piece from shazays. bloody dog. piss off. he's savage i tell you. he attacks anything that moves. inc. his own constantly wagging fucking tail. best be off then to get high and pissed and jump in front of passing cars and fuck in bushes with german guys and other shit. laterz.

10:30 pm: it's alive.
well technically it is not alive. but it has been done.

i wore the fluorescent crackheads cut up t-shirt to the art shop today. teamed with my anti fit ripped original levis it caused me to aquire some rather strange looks.

a new look for me though. i am pleased with myself. i am bacomeing not only less materialistic, but less obsessive over looks.

the top was made in a mere 20 minutes. so not quite a masterpiece. but hey, i'm no seamstress. tis a decent piece tbh.

07:02 pm: http://tinypic.com/394dx

using bodygrenades dress as inspiration, i am attempting to create a top.

of course it will be based on the flourescent crackhead scheme.

i created a camoflage. not quite finished. tried putting it as the background. it is barely visible.

10:12 pm:

08:03 pm: i dont do explaining.
today is the third day. although im not sure. i think it must be. but if it isnt then dont worry, becasue pretending seems to do the job pretty darn fucking well. they seem to like pretending alot round here. as good old mr caulfield would say:phoneys.

so they say three is the magic number. this is utter bullshit. do you know why? because it contradicts two is company. and two is company makes more sense. three isnt a crowd though. its even more lonely. because someone is always on the side. theres never total equality. i believe.

why am i being so god darn philosophical? i dont even know if thats right. why am i so god darn deep? im such a performer. i seriously am. i cant write. and i try so hard. and i sound like some kind of wannabe psycho, intent on intriguing, but in reality all i do is piss people off. well. i think so.

01:00 am: i forgot.
i will beautify my lj when this cunt of a computer decides to stop being such a cunting cunt.

a friend a day keeps the lonliness away. its funny because it rhymes. actually, its not really that funny.

12:55 am: day two.
day two.

two is the worst number. i remember once i went on holiday with my dad and it was a little bit fantastic. but then we went again. and it was a little bit bad. the second time is whne you expect it to live up to the first. and it never does.

you just have to keep faith. becasue after that, it all goes good again.

today i had 2 shots for breakfast. my stepdad made them for me. irresponsible, no? yet i couldnt be bothered to debate the wrongness of it all. didnt do me any harm. i suppose. in a way i feel better because i didnt go on, like i ususally do.

nothing more. dare i say it.

12:18 am: dillusions of grandure
and here i am.
i jump on board the lj bandwagon. after contemplating the pros and cons for a considerable amount of time.
a tribute of my devotion, of course. amongst other things. failed humour. cute furry little things. examples of my ironic wit. as always.

im not entirely sure as to why im writing this. i have a knack for writing bullshitty pretentious crap, set out to make me sound, erm, interesting. SEE EXAMPLE ABOVE>

alot of people actually enjoy reading/writing it you know. they think it makes them
arty and weird and appealing. because you know, normality is SO INCREDIBLY LAST SEASON SWEETIE DARLING.

that annoys the fuck out of me. the way that it annoys the fuck out of me. when in fact, i am sooo one of them.

sometimes i would like to stop getting annoyed so easily. i get so mad. so quick. quite a lot id say. it doesnt make very good reading for others though, so i will stop writing about it.

''but this is for me''

it really isnt.

now i must go. and find some friends. to add to the flourishing list.