I'm Brittany. As you know already. I was born
on December Thirty-First. Another hopeless accident. Sorry the rubber broke, Guys. In my free time
I like to: Do a very large variety of drugs, Wear black lipstick/nail polish, load on a bunch of
slutty black make-up, Prance around in mini skirts and high heels, Have sex with random men, and typically, After
I eat, I barf up my Food. I'm very close-minded, and I love my lord and savior, Jesus H. Christ. Just. Kidding.
Actually, I enjoy...reading, writing, and drinking
coca-cola. I love hanging out with my whores, Sarah and Shane. I'm like, a major internet addict, Partially because I have
no life, Although I have quite a lot of chums..Amusing, Eh? Breakfast rocks my fucking socks. And I don't believe in labels.
My mom's a pill addict, who's never around, and my Dad's a workaholic/alcoholic..What can you do? My Grandma Barnes died last
year, and I still can't stop thinking about it. I have crazy-wild mood swings, which usually leave me feeling sorry for myself,
and crying over bullshit things. I have a mini-thing with self-injury and My stomach's an idiot.
Net Love To: Matt, who didn't know me, but loved me enough to stick around until he did, And inspired me
to make this page, and Probably got himself into a world of trouble.. Era Who's stuck on Jayson,
and won't let the "mannequin talker" get me..Jayson, who gives good advice, and doesn't remember
good penises. Blake, Who I'm very unsure about right now.., and Brianna
who loves to Rave. David, Who says he doesn't hate me, But God only knows how he really feels..and Mikey, Who I can rely on for all kinds of internet layout hel, Who puts up with my KUNG FU bullshit,
AND Discusses things that aren't work...ing...Yay!
I know my site may be boring, and about me, and ..stuff. Regardless, check it out, and Suck Me Off. Bishes.
I L.O.V.E
I love rain. I love cold weather. I love sleeping. I love cuddling.
I love making out. I love kissing in general. I love smiling. I love laughing. I
love taking baths. I love crying. I love cookies. I love mashed potatoes. I love cheesecake.
I love laying in a big area of grass..to where I can lay in the middle and look up without
seeing anything but the sky..no trees..nothing. I love clean places. I love being clean. I love soft skin. I love dreaming. I love painting my nails. I love learning. I love
creativity. I love being loved. I love making people happy. I
love self-mutilation. I love the dark. I love the sight of blood. I love the
feeling that someone hates you. I love making people feel low. I love cutting people off. I love bondage.
I love asphyxciation. I love hurting people. I love that feeling you get when you realize someone feels bad. I love
being sad. I love breaking promises.
I love teasing. I love the thought of all of the breath sucked out of..I love biting.
I love it when you close one eye, and you can see something one way, and then you switch eyes and you see it a
different way. I love the sound of breaking glass.
I HATE: I
can't stand a liar. I hate the noise it makes when people bite their
forks. I hate labels. I hate close-minded people. I hate time.
I hate rules. I hate smartasses. I hate George W. Bush. I dislike some christians.
I dislike country music. I hate it when I have an upset stomach. I hate my orthodontist.
I hate when Shane gets pissy. I hate when my Dad's drunk and unable to depend
on. I hate Getting up early. I hate being rushed. I hate the way hot water
runs out if you use too much of it. I hate fakers. I hate Levi Stiles.
I hate it when people judge you by your first appearance. I hate Everything I
am, and Will Become. I hate the noise people's necks make with they pop
them. I hate the way Sarah says "ASS!". I hate it when people make me feel like an asshole.
I hate it when I don't know how to feel. I hate it when I don't know what to do.
I hate it when I don't do it right. I hate it when I feel ugly.
I hate it when time eats up everything you once had. I hate death,
I hate missing those people that were there. I hate that
feeling. I hate those feelings. and I hate this feeling. Fuck specifics.
"A
bloody
egg yolk. A burnt hole
spreading in a sheet.
An en-
raged rose threatening to bloom."
[b]ir[d].[is].[t]h[e].[w]or[d]
[d]a.i.l.[y].[fist].[f].u.c.[k]
Promise Not To Make Me Sick?
The Youth In Asia Sat at Their Desk and Wept Bitter Tears.
[Notice:]Nobody Dies on A Wednesday.
Keep saying "Ya'll" and You'll find yourself in a Haystack making out with an underage
goat
Jesus SHAVES.
Nostalgia.
SlutxCore
lets[yourhot]fuck
The Virgin Suicides.
...Hit Me!
- Define Issues
- Distinguish Fact from Opinion
- Weigh the Evidence
- Reach the Conclusion
- Keep an Open Mind
- THINK FOR YOURSELVES.
