|Two entries in two days? It cannot be!
||[Feb. 29th, 2004|10:45 pm]
That is so wrong. My brother is Johnny Depp. Lo and behold, my boyfriend- is Johnny Depp.
Well hell. Incest is best, let's put Johnny to the test!
I'm all pissy today, so if you're gonna be an insensitive asshat about it, just fuck off.
I changed my brakes today. Thank god that god awful squealing is gone.
Well, actually I didn't change my brakes.
I went to my Grandpa's house to change my brakes, and use his tools and see if maybe I could get the brake pads for cheap (Grandpa is in the know about these things.), but I was doing it basically myself, asking him for help if I needed it.
Well my asshat uncle shows up, and takes over. He doesn't even let me touch the brake pads. "Don't touch that. It's dirty."
Excuse me?! It's dirty? Who cares?! (Yes I am having fun with html. Fuck off.)
I don't care if I get grease all over myself.
I think chicks who work on their own cars are HAWT.
I mean, one, coveralls are sexy as hell, because you never know what they're wearing underneath. (Insert Playboy model here, in hot pants and a button up shirt tied around their gigantic breasts holding a screwdriver and sticking out their tounge.)
And, girls are just sexy when they can fend for themselves. And smarter too. I know how to change my brakes, I know how to change my oil, I know how to change a flat tire, I know how to pump my own gas, and I know how to change fuses. I'm learning how to take care of myself, and not depend on a big strong burly man to do it.
I hate the thought of a man taking care of me.
Every man who has attempted to take care of me has let me down miserably.
It's time for this chick to be free.
No fucking way I'm burning my bras though. Those things are a godsend.
I changed all the fuses that were out in my car today, got a new radio antenna, put a ton of gas in, added brake fluid and oil and windsheild wiper fluid, and to top it all off, I washed the windsheild too.
I am woman, hear my roar.
Oscar blah blah blah.
Dress blah blah blah.
JLo is dating blah blah blah.
Now that that part of the evening is out of the way.
I'm sick of being dissapointed, you know?
My body is telling me something. It's eating me from the uterus out.
Cunt bleeding is no fun. I want a refund on this fucking X chromosone.