1. Harvey Danger is slowly becoming my favorite and most relevant to my life band.
2. I feel the The Downward Spiral is the ultimate breakup album. From Mr. Self Destruct to Hurt (but particularly eraser and reptile).
3. I over use parenthesise (no really) and I don't fucking care.
4. Everyone
EVERYONE
Betrays me, except my closest family members.
Trust me, if I give you the chance, you will too. Not sure if its because my fatal flaw is "I'm too nice" or if I only associate with bastards. Is it my fault or yours? I dunno, but I'm starting to come to terms with that fact.
5. I've probably been sexually assaulted on more occasions than you have. ... probably.
6. I believe we all have the ability to overcome ourselves.
And the greatest dissapointment in my life is when I can't help those who won't help themselves.
I feel like a failure. In the purest sense when that happens.
But you know what they say
You'll die what you live by.
I guess in a way that means I have faith in humanity.
Faith we will destroy ourselves.
Faith we will improve ourselves.
7. I used to fence. It was a lot of fun, but I wasn't very good at it, too many rules and technicalities for me.
8. I have a chronic level of depression *GASP!* like you couldn't already tell. That means even in a relationship, even after the best month ever, even with a rewarding job, I'm usually not a bundle of sunshine. Believe me, I try to do something about that, but uuuh... well, it's like asking a dog not to love meat. I fight what I've been told is my nature all the time, sometimes I lose.
Simple as that.
9. I'm not supposed to, but I probably loathe you anyway. It's nothing personal, I just find the human race (especially americans) to be untalented, unmotivated, and repulsive.
10. I can't take the next step in my life. And it's honestly not my fault, for 2 reasons which I won't discuss at the moment.
Wish me luck, believe me, I'm itching to move forward.
11. I think tattoos are OVER FUCKING DONE now. When 1/4th the american adult population has more than one- it's done.
Find a new, less pathetic, way to fucking express yourself.
Oh! you got a tattoo of a star because you are a dreamer!? So did that girl six feet away.
Oh! Someone died and you wanna pay homage? Why not donate the money you spent on that ink to a charity that works against whatever killed them?
Jesus christ people. Punk is dead, and so is ink.
And you killed it.
I think it might be more challenging to remember the message of a loved one by forcing yourself to remember the damn moral on your own instead of having a fucking post-it on your shoulder you see every day in the shower.
(High five to my brother on this one- the last two people on earth who aren't pierced or tattooed)
Though, to be honest, I have a much smaller issue with metal than I do ink.
Every asshole with a carebear tattoo or a star makes it that much cheaper for the people with something that means something, or involved some actual original design.
And at this point- it's pretty god damn cheap.
12. I'm a ranty, angry person. Just laugh, I do it to entertain you and myself. On occasion its to make you actually participate with that grey meat sack in your skull.
