My journal has become friends only due to its highly offensive and sometimes wicked material. I don't mind new readers but please comment as to why you're interested in my life and I will most likely add you back.
WARNING: This user abuses the words: fuck. shit. cunt. dyke. ex-girlfriend. aftermath of a lesbian clusterfuck I name names and I probably have talked about you and your mom! So fucking what?!
I want to show you how my memories smell. I'd like to get into it now, so please take your seats. I advise you to keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times. If you have a pacemaker, a heart condition, or if you are pregnant or too damn short to reach the safety bar, I ask that you turn back immediately. Those with weak stomachs, strict morals, or chronic indigestion should not read any further. For the rest of you, there's one truth that's real across the board: What you send out is what you get back. Send out the good, people, and it will come back to you. There's another thing I've learned over the years, in court, in fights, and in arguments with people I love: There isn't one truth, there are many. This journal is my truth.
Chris Pureka is fucking amazing. If you haven't heard her voice please check out www.chrispureka.com