Hello poison apple. Engulf me.

You're delectable.

So forbidden.

To hold but not to have

I'd rather not have you and bear the discomfort of missing you than to
have you but yet miss you all the same. It defeats the purpose of
commitment. It only makes sense to be together, when we're just as
comfortable apart.

Sent from my iPod, Lola Smokah

Sometimes I wonder why I don't come across sweet guys.

You know, the kind who checks in when you’re sick. The kind who looks at you with that funny look (and not because you just said something really shocking but because you mesmerize them… or something to that effect).

Often wondered what that would be like. But I guess I have convinced myself that girls who write about such guys are lying their heads off. I mean like seriously. How could you be that great… to be able to get such a cliched “fairytale” response from your love interest? You’re just lying about it all. I know.

You can’t be that desirable. You can’t be that important for him to care about that much… to take time off to actually call and check on you when he knows perfectly well that you’re not gonna die.

So why do you lie? Just so you can be the heroine of yet another romantic tragedy, based on two star cross’d lovers, i bet. How self indulgent.

You people should just STFU and then do everybody a favour and fucking roll up in a ball and DIE

Am dead pissed with people who like to speak the world of themselves.

I'm fine with arrogant people. In fact they make the best conversationalists. This is only true when they:

1. Have the ample experience
2. Have no experience but got to where they are anyway
3. Really have a host of accolades to their name, and when they have accomplished what they have set out to do.

I really just cannot stand people who like to say that they're going to do X, Y, Z on top of coming up with their own new language or something equally shit bogus like that... and go on and on about what they are about to fucking accomplish.

First I thought, "Ok, fine, he/she an ambitious little chap/lady. It's good to dream big."

Then as time goes on... I thought, "Ok, there's no such thing as success overnight, these things really take time."

And when that funny-lil'-really-annoying-slappable-and-should-be-exiled-for-giving- lousy-smack-talk fella still goes on and on and fucking on about his/her advancements (that no one else seems to be able to see except for that sorry fucker himself/herself)... I just think,

DUDE, CUT THE CRAP, AND DO SOMETHING MORE WORTHWHILE WITH YOUR LIFE. QUIT TELLING PEOPLE HOW TO LIVE THEIRS. NOBODY WANTS TO FOLLOW YOUR DARN FOOTSTEPS, DAMMIT.

And now, I am done ranting.

Actually there's another girl who I really cannot tahan (THANK GOD I NEVER HAVE TO SEE THAT NIMROD EVER AGAIN, SHE HAS THE WORST WORK ETHICS, EVER!!!)

Yes, the one with pantat berkerak, you know?

Let's leave that for when I feel I could be less incomprehensible, okay?

You only see what they want you to see.

I remembered how deceivingly skinny the one on the right looked. In retrospect, she kinda had a big butt. That is not the point of this entry, however.

Actually, I forgot what I intended to bring up. Let's just go to bed, shall we?

Of should haves.

Sometimes I really wonder -- am I anymore than an indentation, a hassle, in your life? And to think that I'm not even a big hassle. Perhaps I should have made things very difficult for you. Perhaps I should have inconvenienced you more, made you feel shit uncomfortable. Hah.

Then for sure... you'd never forget the girl who chopped your little finger off to put in her pickle jar for keepsake.