I could only make you cry with these words...

Get me away I'm dyin'...

It's kinda interesting to see that my blog is being viewed by anyone. It kinda inflates my ego a bit. But it's prolly just the same 11 people looking to see if I've written anything new. But it lists the different countries that my audience comes from and it says people from South Korea and Russia are even looking at this. And parts of Europe.

So I rell people I'm psychotic and not psychic. But I think I can see how things end up turning out if certain events occur, kinda like Alice from Twilight. I can't predict who's going to win the election, but I have visions of what life will be like after individually depending on who wins. All of our futures look grim regardless.

Tonight is tattoo planning/vodka/snickerdoodle girls' night!!!! Wioooooooo... And I don't need to be in work tomorrow. However that means I have to work 6 days in a row, but it's not really as bad as everyone is making out to be. I'm gonna try fish fry friday today. It's always looked good, so I figure why not try it. Plus I didn't bring anything for lunch anyways. I'm wearing my glittery fishnets. I'm gonna start doing my thing with the stockings again. I used to always wear stockings back when I first started dating Mike. I dunno why I stopped. I think I stopped after he had that freak out attack when I wasn't exactly where he wanted me when he wanted me.

Fuck. That. Shit.
Never. Again.

I'm never going to let a man oppress me like he did. I'm done letting people trample all over me. I'm a new person. Better than ever.  I'm gonna pierce my tongue and get some tattoos. Rawr! I'm gonna be fierce. Ink and piercings don't make me fierce. I make me fierce.

Grrrrrrrrrrr :)