Smells like teen spirit.

Thank god the weather is back to normal around here. This is what I get to see on my drive to work:

My office is about a block away from the ocean.

I don’t want to see any rain for a long, long, time.

I <3 sunshine.

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At least *someone* is getting some action around here:

I am a single woman in her 30’s. We’re supposed to take pictures of our cats.

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Adventures in instant messaging:

Retard: you want to meet up tonight?
Andria: With you? Sure! Just tell me where to go, big boy. I was really hoping I would meet someone tonight online to hook up with right away for some risky casual sex.
Retard: seriuos? you got a pic?
Andria: Yeah, I am serious. I’ll send it now. Do you?
Retard: no. sorry. is that a big deal?
Andria: No way!! I don’t mind meeting sight-unseen. I think it’s hot! I have to warn you… I sometimes get a little… wild.
Retard: how wild? tell me.
Andria: Well, sometimes, right before I come, I like to make horsey sounds. And I really like the guy I am with to speak Spanish to me at the same time. It makes me come SO HARD.
Retard: so you make a lot of noise? i love chicks that are wild. thats fuckin hot. what’s your number baby? where can we meet up?
Andria: You know the Taco Bell on Lomita? Meet me in the parking lot there. As much as I want to get laid, I am really hungry. We can do both at the same time!! I have had sex in that parking lot a bunch of times before. It’s totally cool with the manager.
Retard: are you being serious still?
Andria: Yes!!! Aren’t you?
Andria: Jesus Christ are you stupid.
Retard: oh so were not going to meet up then?
Andria: Dumbass

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Ok, I threatened to share some of the dreaded high school poetry, so here’s a little one from my black period:

Is it in my own hand
Running in my own mind
Something uncontrollable
Something I’ll never find

I can’t stand to see you there
And yet I can’t look away
Strangle hold fucking with my head
Why can’t I look away

Empty
Paint everything black
Fuck everything else
No one gets me

But you.

I <3 teen angst. I don’t even remember who or what this is about.

Sadly, that is not the worst one…