Delicious Taco Salad

the best fucking food in the world! i make a mean taco salad. all you need is lettuce, avocados, olives, tomatoes, black beans, cheese, hamburger meat, tortilla chips, and sour cream. mix all that shit together and eat the most delicious meal. it's one of my personal favorites. well don't know what else to talk about... today is national pick on priscilla day!! my dad made this joke a few weeks ago saying pick on priscilla day was on the 16th, and sure enough we all remembered that today was that holiday. FUCK!!

Souuuuuuup!

I was heating up some chunky grilled chicken vegetable and pasta soup the other day. The soup was done in the microwave, so I took it out and went to smell it. Out of nowhere, I felt this stinging sensation followed by a popping sizzling sound. The soup broth had popped and hit me in the face. I didn't think anything of it at first, but when I went to wipe my face I felt the skin peel off. I decided to go check it out in the mirror in my bathroom, and sure enough there were two holes burnt on my chin. Who the fuck gets burnt by their soup?! It's stupid! I will never again sniff my hot boiling food that comes out of a heating device.

powder puff

the game was pretty fun. i just cheered for megan most of the time. me kim and priscilla all went together with signs for megan. even though the juniors lost, i still had fun. i think ill play next year and tear shit up. peace broseph.

Stuck in a Pickle Jar.

Indeed I am. No holes to breathe oxygen. No escape from the sharp glass prison. Nothing but me, pickle juice, and a half eaten pickle. You see, I got a little hungry and had nothing but a pickle to chomp on. Why is the lid screwed on ever so tightly? If only I could twist it open with a mighty force, but I am too weak. I am unable to open it. I dream of escaping one day, to be free from this torture. I hallucinate the day I have the courage and strength to release myself from this agonizing boredom of being stuck in a pickle jar .

Scrillary Artillery

Russian roulette
no
Pull the trigger
slow
Round and round we
go
Watch your brains
explode

A Stranger to my Eyes

What have you become? It astonishes me that I once knew you, that I was once so close to you. I've drifted apart from you slowly, and I now could hardly glance up at you directly in the eyes. All respect I once had for you vanished into thin air, evaporated leaving no trace of evidence behind. You were the last person I expected to betray me like this. You were the person I thought would catch me when I fell, but you didn't. Instead, you let my motionless body peril downward. You let me fall, arms wailing trying to find any support to grab hold of. All the times I have caught you when you tumbled downward, and you couldn't save me?

We're All Thieves

It's true; whether you've robbed a bank, someone's innocent mind, or boyfriend/girlfriend. We are all victims, accomplices, or leaders of these acts. You can steal someone's heart right out of their beating chest. It could be physical, or it could be mental. We all at one point have robbed someone or someplace of something. Life can even be a thief, it steals friends. It turns them against you at your own will, slowly trying to destroy the little piece of itself that you live. The piece it has once given you, only to snatch it back without a second glimpse. People are robbed of happiness, an emotion one solely thrives to feel. I've robbed myself of dignity, always trying to do what other people want me to do. How am I supposed to believe there is a God if we live in such a cruel world? That's why I just can't.