Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Addicting

Do You See What I Mean Addicting? I've probably said it before, but it's those eyes and that smile just make me want to hug him (call that stalking and I'll stalk you bitch, I'll stalk you till you kill yourself from the fear!). (swoon-y sigh) Oh well, I can never have him, there's that Mickey (girlfriend) and the difference in "teams". Although, if I can't have him, he at least deserves better than that Mickey. What does she have a squeeky voice and wears a blue dress with big black mouse ears? I better go before I start ranting again. One question though, is 58 dollars a lot for sunglasses? Because my cheap-ass-betch of a mom thinks so. I will steal that credit card if she keeps this up. Betch.
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My Odd Obsession with Death, Hollywood, and my need to take over the world that I can't shake

Why do I like to wander cemetaries? Why do I love Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Gene Kelley, Princess Diana, Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy, Katherine Hepburn, Aubrey Hepburn, and, suprisingly, Paris Hilton? Why can't I shake the yearning to take over the world and have the world population wait on me hand and foot, fanning me with enormous palm leaves, and buying me anything I desire. I don't know. Some people call me crazy, psychotic, pyro-maniacal, bi-polar, or insane, but its just me. Over time I'm going to reveal the method to my madness, but for today, all I'm going to reveal is this; My one true goal in life, if the world domination thing doesn't work out, is to be famous for nothing, and be treated like royalty. All I Want to be is, quoting one of the people I just talked about, Loved By You. Every single person alive. I want to be a house hold name. Just you watch, one day I'll be smiling from the center of the stage at Grauman's Chinese.