Stunts & Blunts

KittyKarma
My blog reflects myself pretty well, but here's a little about me you won't learn through it.
I'm 18, and they'll tell you that I'm lovin' it.. but that's a lie. Yeah, I work 40 hours a week at McDonald's. I've lied in So. Ill. my whole life and want to get out ASAP. Cali is where my heart wants to be. I currently live in a town of 420 people, where its said to be where all the hippies live. Born and raised to be a stoner. I live near one of the biggest party schools in IL.. SIUC, we started a riot in the 2011 fall semester and carried a football goal down mainstreet on halloween one year. I'm a college dropout because of work but really wanting to major in photo and art ed. Its my life long dream and passion. Taken by the Jo Icenogle, the ice to my fire, my fireman <3 (3/13/12) When I'm not at work or with Jo I'm going on adventures with my ride or dies Bobbi and Bethany (asshatcat and obssesedwiththeherb) and chillin with my "Boo", Meghann (ibsoulja100). I'm also only 5'2", 100 pounds, a 00 in jeans, and every inch of it 100% rebel, but don't let it stop me :)
This blog contains:
My Instagram (Its kind of my coping mechanism and feeling the need to document my life)
Things of the stoner variety.
Lime Green & Black
Where the Wild Things Are (obviously)
Ducks, dogs, cats, other cute fluffy animals
Piercings (I have 3, more to come)
Tattoos (I have 4, more to come)
Photography (Film is forever)
Art
Music (Be forewarned: I do like screamo)
Glee
Harry Potter
Pokemon
Video Games, mainly stuff about Fallout (PS3 & Xbox feel free to ask me for my PSN and gamertag)
Boarding & Blading
McDonald's (Golden Arches of Pure Hell)
Things I find to be humorous
Love and all it's ups and downs
Rants & maybe a couple of inspiring quotes, random facts, & pictures of me thrown in the mix.

Graffiti
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Ciao.

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Nevermind..

I’ll find someone like you.

I wish nothing but the best for you too.

Dont forget me..

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Rantrantrantrantrant..

You act like I don’t even exist anymore.

How the FUCK could you ask me to come over and be a good friend to you.. JUST FRIENDS and be here for you when you’re drunk then try to cuddle with me and then act like we’re not even friends anymore? I went out of my way to be there for you even though I knew spending the night was going to fuck with my head.

And now this. I didn’t fucking deserve this.

How I could ever fucking call you a friend is beyond me.. YOU aren’t EVER here for ME, so why should I be here for you?

I mean FUCK. The least you could do is text me every once in awhile and check up on me like my other FRIENDS do.

I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. Or maybe die.

Either one works.

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Why am i not good enough?

Im never good enough.

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Theres a guy in lobby

And hes eating a fudge sundae.

And rocking back and forth and grabbing his head in his hands like theres something.. someone in there.

Now we get weirdos everyday but out of all the tables to sit by he sits AT mine.

On top of that c.a.m. came in and didnt say a single word. Oh he knows i was here, looked straight at me then away…

Where are my friends when i need them? :,(

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