tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36420382011-04-21T12:00:09.607-07:00living with momkatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-887961802003-02-09T04:36:00.000-08:002003-02-09T04:36:01.240-08:00well, i've been pretty much everywere... <br />situation... whattafuck <br />i have chosen this <br /> damn <br />i wish i could drag everyone closer to me while i go up and down and around <br />best friends in sampa, friends in overseas, i sped such long months out, it's hard to come back in <br />keep it real, my friends, my love, my life, my work, family <br />i have no balls <br />i can't move out <br />i can't rent a flat, i hava to have people looking after me <br /> i detest that in me <br />damn<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-88796180?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-887959342003-02-09T04:21:00.001-08:002003-02-09T04:33:10.000-08:00shit <br />wassup <br />the cohabitator of mine pisses me off <br />why can't i love this person, do i love this person? <br />i should <br />i should <br /> but today, and lately, i honestly haven't been able <br />i wake up, turn to the side and see this persons face, i freak, it's scary, i try to show some love, but it's way beyond, all i want is to be A-W-A-Y! very far! very far, miles away, another continent, but i know that, even then, i can't get away <br />i'm this been's toy, it's fun... has nothing else to do but piss me off, try to care too much <br />hell no <br />i have to put all this fucking anger i feel right now outside, or i'll explode, i mean, blow my head off<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-88795934?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-887959272003-02-09T04:21:00.000-08:002003-02-09T04:21:23.486-08:00shit <br />wassup <br />the cohabitator of mine pisses me off <br />why can't i love this person, do i love this person? <br />i should <br />i should <br /> but today, and lately, i honestly haven't been able <br />i wake up, turn to the side and see this persons face, i freak, it's scary, i try to show some love, but it's way beyond, all i want is to be A-W-A-Y! very far! very far, miles away, another continent, but i know that, even then, i can't get away <br />i'm this been's toy, it's fun... has nothing else to do but piss me off, try to care too much <br />hell no <br />i have to put all this fucking anger i feel right now outside, or i'll explode, i mean, blow my head off<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-88795927?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-803610982002-08-17T09:42:00.000-07:002002-08-17T09:42:42.056-07:00danced my ass off <br />screwed my hips and my toes <br />i wanted to fid my baby <br />but he would never come <br /> <br />ok, no one invited <br />LOL <br /> <br />now I am so bored, it is saturday, suny, blue sky and i am netting 'cuz i have net' got the balls to face the world! <br />ohhhhhhhhhhhhh <br /> ok <br />i have guts! <br />i'm going out! <br /> i'll be fine <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-80361098?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-802541082002-08-14T18:03:00.000-07:002002-08-14T18:03:24.753-07:00<h2> Yes! Fucked up</h2> <br /> <br />I've spent the day doing <br />n <br />o <br />t <br />h <br />i <br />n <br />g <br />shiiiiit <br />ok <br /> <br /> is that suposed to be a good thing? <br /> ops.. i didn't know <br /> <br />at least IA AMM SOOOOO HAAAAAAAAAPPYYYYYYY!!!!!! <br /> <br />I'v been reading, a lot <br /> I've been thinking <br />not that much <br />I drank whine in rio, a good friend fell in love with me, i haven't fallen with him <br /> damn <br />I smoked the best hash ever <br />ps: i don't smoke <br />that was new <br /> <br />new shit <br /> life changes <br /> <br />l <br />i <br />f <br />e <br /> <br />c <br />h <br />a <br />n <br />g <br />e <br />s <br /> <br />temporarily <br /> <br />wish me luck <br /> <br />I met this dude in new years eve... he made love to me, one night.. yah now: the new year fuck <br />everyone does it <br /> he was FUCKING AMAZING <br />and I never saw him again... until.... yesterday <br />I got red <br />hot <br />sugar <br />peper <br />sweaty <br />pumpin' <br />heartz jumpeeeeeeeeeen <br /> <br />we spoke <br />for a while <br /> long phone call <br /> he is suposed to call me <br /> we'll have a coffe (fuck) <br />or lunch (fuck) <br />or just <br />fuck <br />hahahah <br /> noooooooo <br /> not that <br />i wanna give it a go ohhhhhhh yeppers! <br /> <br />he is shy <br />will he trully call? <br /> <br />..... <br />... <br />......... <br /> <br />I am waiting.. and I guess that right now he is <br />online... humnnnnn <br /> I wish I know his hearts IP number so that i could flood it <br />hahaha <br /> <---- I'm no hacker ok! <br /> <br /> <br />okokok <br /> too damn crazy <br /> time to sleeeeeep <br />sleep? <br />yeah <br /> ok <br /> sleep <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-80254108?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-802536702002-08-14T17:50:00.000-07:002002-08-14T17:50:57.863-07:00<h1>off with who is off me</h1> <br /> <br />I'm fine, I'm fine <br />I have finally FORGOTEN MY EX-BOYFRIEND ( aka.. the man who used to consider me "a friend" ARRRRRGH) <br /> <br />OK, he is dead in my mind, I wrote him and email, telling e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g and he didn't answer it <br />fuck him stupid man <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-80253670?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-793648322002-07-24T15:02:00.000-07:002002-07-24T15:02:20.466-07:00<h1>back in!</h1> <br /> <br />Yes, I'm back in.. <br /> leaving with mom is not that horrible anymore <br />now, thing is, I gotta figure, how to go through having dinner with this friend that is supposed to have a crush on a friend of mine, he is friend of my best frind and my friend, the one that had the crush, she is a controler, she carries a load of hate inside <br />i'm afraid, if i fall in oove with the friend's friend.. she will rip me off <br />daaaaaaamn! <br /> fucken hard! <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-79364832?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-790382332002-07-16T15:51:00.000-07:002002-07-16T15:51:14.993-07:00yah, love sucks sometimes <br />and btw, right now there is this guy talking to me through email, I've never seen him and he seems to be nice.... <br />see how fucked up I am?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-79038233?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-790380832002-07-16T15:46:00.000-07:002002-07-16T15:50:14.000-07:00<h1> Not only about mom</h1> <br />Argh damn! <br /> Why men are getting so scared!? shit! fuck! I just feel like braggin! <br />Why do I feel like I love this crazy workaholic dude that lives in other cowntry, this uptight american ass that is so cute I wanna scream! damn! <br />I then I suddently change my feelings and feel totally " ex-boyfriend free" for one day, and then, the next I feel like shit again <br />Why do I love that man <br />and do I really love him? is this love? <br />I dunno what the hell Love is <br />I guess that love i what I felt before <br />Now I feel other things, and among them, love <br />shitty thing is: now I'm more hurt than loved <br />exactly that: more hurt than loved <br />I wish I could write him everything, but I'm such a dumb fuck , I get paralized, in shock and lonely <br />ok, not so lonely, i have friends, i have dudes into me, but i'm not into them, I don't feel like checkin' them out.. i know they will get scared too..... and run <br />they run <br /> they always do <br />but why can't i stop thinking about him <br />help! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-79038083?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3642038.post-790364062002-07-16T14:58:00.000-07:002002-07-16T15:00:32.000-07:00<h1>No Fucking Space!</h1> <br /> <br />Speaking english is my refuge <br />It's the only space I have for scaping....... the lady that cohabitates with me can't understand it <br />Thank God! <br />I feel bad, I should be thankful for living like that, but yet... I have no other choice <br />I share my bed with her <br />ops... her bed.... damn <br />She is the one to give me shelter, at the same time I'm cofused between a couple of facts: is it her duty? to shelter me... or isn't it <br />if it isn't, then I feel like shit for complaining, but then again, if it is, I wish I could just scream : shut the fuck up and let me wake up in peace <br />have you figured it yet? <br />She is my mother. <br />This is the first chapter of: Living in my bag (aka going back to live with mom)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3642038-79036406?l=nospace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192358442657926612noreply@blogger.com