The Android's Conundrum

I am Chimp-Shit Bitch-Kittens Crazy. Everything below is and isn't me. I’m an enigma wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a sweater vest. Welcome to The Mental Supply Store. Things that make life worth living: music, my awesome kid and dog (who both manage on a daily basis to supply me with endless hilarity to blog about), fruit snacks, cupcakes, Diet Coke, cherry sours, lists, politics, California girls, concerts, road trips, randomness, Christie, books, nerds, writing, my guitars, Brenna, art, movies, best friends, and crazy people. This has turned into a personal ad so I should state that I do not enjoy long walks on the beach or spooning and I am a sensitive asshole. I never finish what I start. I have four incomplete novels and a half eaten cookie to prove it. Feel free to ask me questions but don't hold your breath, I have zero follow through and I can't cook.

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August 26, 2010

fmylife:

Today, my parents decided to ground me. For a while. By a while, I mean a year. By a year, I mean 16 months. Apparently, arriving home 30 minutes after curfew means I have either an addiction to coccaine, liquor and cigarette, or I am having a sexual affair. FML

I was grounded for a year once. It was horrible. I went to the drive in after I was told not to. We also stole my aunts car to do so. I was 15. I suppose I deserved the punishment.

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