Present Day, A.D.
rock n roll, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, metal, boyfriend, sex, cosmetics, m.a.c., photography, fall/winter, gauntlet and other video games, acid, drawings, art, love and fashion, downtown Portland, chow mein, sexiness, school, psychology, humor, road trips, my Alpha Romeo Spyder 1988, my friends, beauty, morning runs, working out.
Myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/lrncrl
Flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurencarl/
My dad complains that I have no passions or values in life, it concerns him. I explained to him, people for years have seen and used me like a door mat. And door mats dont have any fucking passions or values, they dont finance their fucking future, they don’t do good deeds, they whipe your fucking feet and keep ups packages clean. People walk all over me for what they need, and I don’t complain. Why would I? I’m good at my job? You put a door mat infront of an igloo it’ll do its same purpose.
Maybe I don’t complain because I’ve been hurt and backstabbed and riticuled so many times, it’s almost in my blood stream to be apathetic, rude, and neglective. I’ve faced it, I’m only good for certain things, and if anyone has freedom to speak up for myself, differently. Go right ahead. Because I want some fucking purpose other than making people feel loved or making them cry.
I’d like to know what it’s like for a friend to fucking care.
(22 minutes ago)Lol english essay?
Fuck that. That’s when I use my boyfriends paper from two years age ^_^
(4 hours ago)The Bad Kind Of Dizzy
Ran on my moms treadmill for 15 minutes, and I could’ve tooken an hour more, but holy fuck does that make you dizzy and paranoid. I’ll stick with running outside. :(
(2 days ago)
LSD And some Maddog, slimfast and top ramen, fucking to english essays. 2009 is fucking amazing.
(2 days ago)
Thanks Jordan Michael <3
(2 days ago)And I think it's safe to admit
My boyfriend has now outranked drugs and music. He’s doing pretty good with that snazzy new haircut ;p
(2 days ago)LOL
- Dad: Lets go
- Me: Wot?
- Dad: ...-_-
- Me: ....wot?
- Dad: Did you forget the memo?
- Me: Uhm, no I lost the memo, you should've wrapped it around a 50 dollar bill or some weed.
- Dad: o.O
- Me: Memory works with those two chemicals
- Dad: Money isn't a chemical
- Me: Well I never passed General Science


