I'm trying to find my way back home...

What method do you use to prepare your coffee or tea? 
Submitted by AgentBouche.

Lots of coffee grinds; I like jet fuel that'll eat my stomach lining with just one cup.

What's the best thing since sliced bread?

Cupcakes :@*

It's funny how a SEMI-MEDIOCRE-KIND OF TALENTED, BUT NOT REALLY, "PRETTY," boy guy can really help me realize there there are simply too many annoying, talentless people able to make music these days. Put eyeliner, tight pants and tattoos on anyone and you too can be a rockstar. Emo can go eat shit, starting with its poster boy, Pete Wentz.

Bring on the LORDI...Bitch who's your daddy?

Tell us about your first kiss.  Who was it with?  How old were you?

My first kiss...with tongue...was when I was about 14 or 15 I think and it was with my bestfriends, sisters boyfried. Haha. :\ His name was Jeff and he was 26 :| I was drunk. I'd like to go back and undo that one.

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Somedays it feels as though the world is too much; life is too complicated for me. It feels as though I've got the weight of the world on my shoulders and it's too much to carry. There's times when my family's hopes, dreams and wishes for me are more like burdens and standards that I have to live up to. My own hopes, dreams and wishes contrast what they see in my future. Am I a bad daughter and sister because I'm not going to live up to their standards or am I strong and independant because I'm doing what I want and what I think is best for myself? It doesn't matter what the answer to that is because right now I'm completely and utterly stuck. It's not normal to feel trapped in your own life; to feel like somedays you just don't want to get out of bed and face a world of disappointment and angered frustrations.

You don't want to be the person in the 'self-help' section of the bookstore; I know I don't. Maybe it's about finding what's wrong and finding a way to fix it. 75% solution before failure. What does it matter anymore? At any moment in my life I'm going to encounter disappointment and failure. The trick is to find the lesson from every firecracker that explodes in the palm of your hand; pulling back doesn't make the burn hurt any less but what can you remember for the next time you see that fuse burning closer and closer to the edge of the explosion?

Angst, angst, angst. The word taints my tongue. I hate that word. Aren't I too old for angst? I don't want to be the next 20 something year old to sit in a dark room, crying and writing poetry. But when I really think about it, I don't want to be the confused, closed off, bitter person either. I'm becoming bitter and that's the part that I really detest. I'm just never good enough; but the real tragedy about everything is, I think I'm better than just 'good enough' only no one else seems to think so. Who am I living this life for? Myself or everyone else? The scariest thought about that question is my answer: I just don't know.

Get over it. It's only PMS typing. But PMS is the female hormonial version of alcohol; someone has it and the truth comes out.