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01.11.2002 | 9:53 a.m.

ugh. one more final to go. good ole' criminology. It was Halloween last night, I could hear the big groups of little terrors [it turned out there was only three of them, and they were very, very loud] running up the driveway and pounding on the door with great vigor. Followed by "aw, not more moro bars". lil' shits. I didn't load up the soft air pistol with paint pellets. It was tempting, but probably not the best idea. and I left my pitchfork in Napier.

There's music video that they seem to play all the time at the moment - "The Tide is High" by Atomic Kitten. One of the bouncing around chics in the video looks about 7+ months pregnant. it's seems out of place. and I'm now sure excessive bouncing is recommended to pregnant women. who knows. something just doesn't look right about that video.

not a look happened yesterday. I did two completely different designs for a project of Ben's. Someone actually signed the guest book when the took one of my designs. obviously making the font 3x the size and in bold had it's effect.

I was thinking about going to Rescue on Monday night to say hi before I leave for a few months. But knowing how things never stay the same, I don't know how many of the people I know are still there or whether there are heaps more new people... I really need to get into something like that again, I don't have any friends up in Napier. Although Ben says that I have his friends, certain males that tell him to fuck the oh-so-willing whorey bakery girl are not people I'd call friends. or maybe I'm just picky.

Somehow that came to the notion that I was jealous of her. it's not that I'm jealous of her, if I was a guy, I wouldn't do her, if I was a lesbian I wouldn't do her. But anyway, she's not that great, and not my type, if you're into the dumb, thinks-she's-tough [and thinks she's hot] country girl, who looks boring and plain, then sure. As she seems to have no future and no personality, plus I dislike her for hitting on what's mine. not jealousy, hatred, oh, and pity. she's obviously not too good at the whole "you want me" bit.

speaking of which. I see a rant coming on, from a reaffirmed perception... although guys say again and again that they don't compare us, never ever believe them. it's a straight out lie. and I wouldn't say that if there was so evidence. It really is kinda scary and intimidating. I mean, what is with that. and what the hell is with breast implants? forewarning, I could be biased because I don't "need" them, not that anyone does. but talk about embracing the males wants. and who would "want" to carry so much extra weight around. what between having a sore back half the time and the fact that most of the nice bras stop at size c, I really don't seem a lot to gain. Any intelligent person must know that takes intelligence rather than breasts to have a guy eating out of you uh, hand. In closing, and yet again off the topic :) Mandy [aka oh-so-willing whorey bakery girl] has neither intelligence nor breasts, hence one of her problems.

back to the original topic. why is there a whole industry of things for guys to compare us to? and why do they feel that the have the right to compare us to heavily made up and manufactured disgraces to the human race.

Hi, I'm Khai, and I'm a bitch. I really don't know why I'm hyper opinionated today. I've already been accused of being PMSing once today, but no, I have no excuse.

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