I am nearly enrolled for the semester had I paid the tuition fee this afternoon since my bloody fucking pinchfisted mother just wouldn't cough some money up for my beggarly cheap education which shall bespeak the pyrotechnic genius out of her little devil of a daughter. Now now, just remember Homer Simpson saying, How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?

Say, can I just rant? Few months ago I was able to scrape thousands of moolah just for safekeeping and megashopping galore which I have planned to be spent TODAY, or least, this week, to splurge all my moneh on all things gimcrack that catches me eyes since I don't really, haven't really, spent anything on myself for the, oh only the past hundred years, so I have this gleaming pot of gold in the shades of GREEN and PURPLE bills printed for market exchange and then I had this money dilemma last semester delving on the moneytightlippedness of my pocketses since my mom forgot all about me moving to a new apartment, so fine, I spent my own money for the advanced rental payments, then this fat dude whom I shared my apartment with won't pay back my advance rents after I moved out a couple of months ago. Then after eons of quetching and nagging and texting him even using ad misericordiam saying my mum's got cancer and shit so we need money for the chemo quickquickquick on the double! So he finally paid me yesterday and handed half of it to my fucking brother, of all people, he handed it to my fucking brother and this fat dude apologizes to my brother and hopes my mum's alright and everything so apparently my brother thinks I asked for that fat dude's debt back to get my mum out of the hospital but holy fucking noooooo I am not thy manna from heaven! How can I be all so seraphicly generous all of a sudden?? Why, I am the paradigm of the Highest Most Notable Vaingloriousness in the family! Cannot possibly give her my share! It's supposed to be spent on myself! All for me me me! I want to spend all my money on myself right about fucking now and buy all the glittering stuff that leaves a scintillating snapshot of glamour in the pupils of my eyes for I haven't really spent anything on myself in years except for the mephitic dunghill of books rotting on my shelves half-read and stale puking stinking molding like shit (okay so I really am not aware where my money goes but what the hey! Least it goes straight right up to the investment of me braincells.) And yet now I just want to buy more clothes and shoes and accessories and all those superficial fripperies since I have been personifying a BARURA lately, wait no, I been looking ragged trashed the trappo kida getup with two-year-old clothes with prints fading from overlaundrying all my life and so now my brother tells my mother what a blessing I am for even nagging over that corpulent crackhole ex-housemate of mine to surrender my money back all for the benefit and recuperation of my aging sagging wrinkling balding cadaverous mother. I mean do I even fucking care?? Well, yes, perhaps, she's my fucking mother for crying out loud, but what about me! What about your basura daughter who couldn't even get a decent meal from this fucking place?? And now I don't have anything to pay my tuition fucking fee??? What the fuck is up with that?? Are you even a fucking parent? Do you know what the fuck the fucking word RESPONSIBILITY means??? Do you? Huh? Do you???!!!

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Aw. Clawee hates me for holding hands with some random dude last weekend. I don't wanna bicker or anything, but what does he fucking care? But in the minutiae of my little dumb head I'm saying, He must be right, I didn't even like that random dude, but WTF man, we're just holding hands, randomly, you know?o_0

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Ionno but I think like a guy. I wish I was just a man with a little dangling twitter of a pinhead. I wanted to be a dude but I'm stuck with this lameass womanish cadaver.

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I am repressed. And I have no more smokes to burn for the night. What a fucking day.

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