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I would like to add a sh!t load of new stuff on the website and also change the theme completely and actually work hard on it. Fun fact: all of Fruitle’s layouts, except a few of them, were supposed to be free premade layouts for the visitors, but I always ended up liking it so I use them. I know.

I’m going to try to be as unique as possible, so everything will be different. Now all I have to do is get myself inspired.

Reflecting….

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August 26, 2010

People usually reflect at new years, but who the fuck needs to follow that tradition? Reflect on yourself every single day and you’ll be a better person.

So far in my life, I’ve learned a lot about myself and the world surrounding me that I’ve becoming more and more cynical by day. I’ve realized intelligence can be overrated and as long as you’re sexy, you can get a pass more times than any ole average looking bums can. This is what I’ve found out:

There’s nothing that I LOATHE more than someone speaking about an issue they are completely ignorant about, especially when it comes to politics.
I believe I have a third eye for bullshitters.
I’m not a Christian/Catholic as I once thought I was. I’m becoming more and more of an Atheist as I learn more about myself and I find independence from people telling me what to think/feel/do, but I don’t share this information with my Catholic mom.
I don’t judge “sluts” anymore (lol!).
I don’t care about the consequence when I speak my mind anymore.
I get over things very easily now.
I now daydream the day when I have the opportunity to announce to the millions of my fans about the assholes in my past how much they can suck it.
I think my lungs and throat has been contaminated by the motherfuckers who smoke in my house and refuse to do it outside.
My obsession with Beyonce has finally died down a little, but my new obsession with WWE is going strong.
I now look for role models instead of being miserably prideful and not look for one. It doesn’t hurt to feel as if you can follow the footsteps of a very successful person, and I’m not shameful to say this.
I learned that even if you’re blood related, family means shit if they are shit.