S IS FOR SHUT THE FUCK UP

CHOICE MOVIE: War of the Worlds. Starring Tom Cruise and some other ppl and that little girl from Uptown Girls. Wasn't too bad, but all the ppl annoyed the shit outta me. If I were Tom, I woulda just kicked the shit outta anyone in my way. Been like, SHUT THE FUCK UP *bang, bang* YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD. Wouldn't let the aliens munch on my ass. And I woulda slapped that little back-talkin' bitch child of his too.

So, I am in Ft. Meyers/Cape Coral, Florida. Just in time it seems for Hurricane Dennis. I am one lucky bean. Am I worried? Hell no. I am my own best lucky charm when it comes to natural disasters. Whatever the powers are that be, they won't let me die in a wind storm. Too damn interesting.

Time and distance it seems, makes ppl forget certain aspects of other ppl. My father for instance. I forgot how...different he is. For some reason he is incredibly perturbed by the fact that all of my clothes are black, I like black nail polish, and worst of all, my HAIR is black. I tried putting on a fairly thick layer of black eyeliner not too long ago and he's all "You look like a cheap whore, go wipe it off. Why do you wear it like that, it's not attractive." To which I replied, "I don't wear it for anybody's amusement but my own." which is true. He still made me wipe it off.

In any case, mainly, e-thing is ok. I have not been to a beach and if I've gained a tan it's b/c of those long trips in the car (ie. my right arm and leg have gotten some sun). I am currently at the library, which is...I don't like it. W/e. While perusing songs at my cousin's grandmother's house, I became obsessed w/this song. That's about it for me.

Oh, and Florida guys are not even more attractive than Iowan ones. They're all just red from prolonged exposure to the sun. I miss my Iowa peeps. Homie G, yo wusz up my niggaz. I'm going insane. That is all.