Laughing on the inside is just not enough anymore.

What's funny is, the self-righteous thing is fueled by not being able to go about things on your own. As long as you have some one to stand behind you and gossip to when you get all high and mighty, you're golden. If you don't then who is going to help you stand up for what they told you was right? I mean, if you think about it.

A thought that I have to remind myself of again...you get what you ask for. So stop being all surprised.

I thought I put this up here earlier, but I'm fairly certain I did not...

What dreams may come might also be brutally honest…and there’s the rub.

Maybe it’s that I’m an only child. Maybe it’s that I have this grand delusion of what certain things should be like. Quite possibly I overreact, which is why I often apply the glue of control liberally to my lips. Certainly I expect too much, think too much, operate singularly instead of in plurals…right? I mean, to be disappointed with certain aspects of friendship is irrational, isn’t it. To be loved…but to love is the thing, really. Do I cast myself as the outsider? Is it because I am just trying too damn hard? Does it seem like I don’t need you? Because I do.

Somebody, help me out here.

And thoughts to come on that show on MTV - I want a famous face...or whatever in the Hell it is...

Where was Mario?
Where were you?
You'll have to forgive him...he has no soul.
"Revolutions. Better living through chemistry. We must resolve to evolve. perception is your weapon."

If I turn away from you...stop trying to dance with me. I like to dance...you gyrating and sweating all over me is really not conducive to the environment I am creating in my mind. It's all good - don't try the offended thing. I'm just a girl, on the dance floor. You can come, but by invitation only.