I feel like throwing up.

It's not because I'm bulimic, believe I'm far from that. It could be the almond cookie, chocolate rice krispy cereal, and honey bunches of oats with almonds cereal I'm trying to make room in my stomach for. I'm so healthy, I know.  My meal plan is perfection, jaykay.


I don't know if you did this or not, but on Arthur, Buster and Fern used to dress up to get down to the bottom of shit, like that one Binky episode with the HELLA ANNOYING SONG . Wasn't even in english :|



or words.
But here:


My list of why i feel like vomiting.

• the meal i realized in first paragraph
• studying for finals is a bitch, i.e learning and memorizing 200 new french words :P
• life's a bitch, naw. better yet a dumb broad. and i bet i can fuck the work and make it cum hard.
• i'm PREGNANT GUYS!!! jk. maybe.. daw, let's name it keh vinh Huahahahahahuaauh
• but srsly..

In all seriousness, life has not been good. I feel that the people I most want to impress are just.. unimpressed. Like that tampon commercial, they could use an upgrade. I'm that unappreciated cardboard applicator belonging to the poor adolescent girl who lives off of food stamps and her mama just can't afford the plastic applicator; the shiny, all the rage, plastic applicator that fits to your shape and stops leaks 10x better.

Which are all lies.

Cardboard is just as efficient, and saves money, she's been around forever, serving you faithfully even though you lust over another.

Plastic just costs too damn much, is falsely advertised, and the shine blinds you in the sun. Not to mention, she's a bit high maintenance. Oh yea, she's definitely attractive. Like damn, gorgeous get that applicator of a runway. Just dump cardboard and all the good times you've had and just.. for an emotionless plastic mannequin that takes more than needed energy to become acquainted with.

So all you bitches who lust for metaphorical plastic applicators, look down and realize cardboard is does as well of a job as plastic, if not better.

She's real. Appreciate the sport :P ~

I'm not saying I have no one. I have tons of people I know will always be there for me; my friends. They're amazing. I truly love them. No joke. It might sound a bit cliched, but it's definitely true! I'm not over looking them as my cardboards, but in using another metaphor, these cardboards are my foundation. Without them, i honestly can say I'd be lacking in the 'something' department. I'd be like Emily Dickinson, only in a different manner. Hers is a proud, individual nothing. I'd be a blob of yellow goop.

But ya know, life does turn around. If i stop concentrating so much on impressing others, well, maybe I'll be happier just living in the moment with those who really matter; who know i'm dumb but still love me; who accept me for all the flaws that others have shunned me for... Yea. Food for thought.

-Peacyouttu.