ramblings.

Seriously, I’m sick of the fact that people cause me to become Kim Around People. I’m sick of dumbing everything down, sick of pretending to like people who I’d really rather just see impaled anus-first on a sharp, jagged splintery wooden spike, and sick of…well, I’m sick of a lot of things.

~ Ripping up carpet and getting dust in my eyes
~ The fact that my “father” is an ignorant, lying, manipulative douche (I couldn’t think of a better insult. Too pissed off.)
~ Being the failure daughter. Seriously, what did I do to deserve this stigma? Was I born wrong? Did I like… punch my doctor out or something? What?
~ Being looked at funny, called a nerd etc. for using multisyllable or otherwise “difficult” words that aren’t actually difficult, reading outside of classes, enjoying reading/chess etc, anything other than Standard Conversation Loaf.
~ MUFFINS.
~ People who call me ‘muffin’, ’sugar’ or any other dementedly tiny anklebiter dog-ish pet name. No. BAD CREEPY COUNSELLOR LADY. *beatings with newspaper ensue*
~ Hypocritical and petty siblings.
~ People who bother me every four seconds if I didn’t reply to them on MSN in the first three seconds within emailng them.
~ That cluster of pretty, horrifically bitchy girls that exists in nearly every social situation known to mankind.
~ Being ugly.
~ Little kids who run about and don’t pay attention to their babysitter and fight with each other.
~ Day camps full of the above.
~ The eleventy-one million mosquito bites all over my back, hands, and legs.
I think I’m done. At times, it’s almost therapeutic to bitch and know that at some point someone might read it and know these things bother me, as opposed to a private journal where it’s all bottled up. I’m gonna go now.