I forgot

at one point i thought that it was OK if my friends fucked my ex boyfriend. Then i realized, i torture myself knowing such people. Then i thought that is just how people operate. Being assholes.

So i walk alot. run. Run alot.



 Read. I guess when people see other people in "love" they like to demolish it. "i got your man". Cool, have fun. I'm gonna go run now. I am not too worried. Old people find love, i'm sure mine will come around. There will be some person running alongside the highway with a fanny pack on...and i will be all 'hey, weird" and he will say "so weird" ...then we will sit down and have a talk. Or not. I know there is a man out there who doesnt think fucking your friends girlfriends is cool. HA! Who am i kidding.

Is there such a thing as a "spiritual" guy?
Nope, guys like stupid things.
No...really, guys have to care more about shit than tits and crotch, SUPPOSED to make shit happen
i'm in trouble because i don't think guys are smart, but they really aren't

ugh

i wite. as if i have something to say, but i dont.

fuck em

Need. You can't expect someone to sit there and rub your shoulders while you weep.
You can't expect someone to give a shit when you don't know your head from your ass.

But you do.

Yes, they only like you when youre fun

Feeling Douchy.

I know so many douches. Don't take me as some two faced backstabber. I don't chill with the douche-bags. Yet, they seem to somehow still stay in my orbit, despite my blatant expressions of furrowed brow.

You know how it goes. Friends dating your ex's. Friend's fucking your boyfriends. Boyfriend's fucking your moms. Your sister's boyfriend fucking your mom's dogs.

Just gets tiring.
People wonder why I am not more outgoing. I know everyone on the block yet I refuse to hang out with them. Afraid that as soon as I say "Hey, you aren't so bad" they'll douche out.
Maybe I'm just picky.

Maybe I don't want them to see me being a fucking douche.

Class.
It's dead in the water.

Not that I have much, hell ....i roll butt-smokes.

Anyway, I'm just kinda turned off. So, if you don't hear from me EVER.......it's probably cause you did something to douchy for me too overlook.

You are free to go heal yourself,

Assholishly and self-righteously yours,

C-dawg

Hello, my name is Courtney. I come to create shit.

I figured I needed a new outlet that wasn't going to be viewed by every single asstard I know. Such as the myspace blog. I find that I censor myself. Something I said I would never do. Sometimes, i got the shitstorm on my fingers and they just won't let me release what I need to. Too many eyes and opinions, and judgments.

Words are words, and shouldn't be taken so seriously. Emotions and ideas are fleeting. Nothing is permanent. Even shit etched in stone.

Ad well, that's it for now.