Plathological

I have no sense, manners, or good taste and thank fucking god because then I'd be more than half a person and that would really suck

Ok for real, welcome to the quiet neurosis of Caroland. I’m such a little bitch:

1) hating over.
2) poundsign poundsign.
3) only a time to deal with shit in my life.
4) Jaxon’s really starting to see that and it’s allllllll cool now.
5) He seems to have stopped trying to needle me.
6) fuck running away to Calgary.
7) & you all laughed when I said larping and polish sausages in one breath.
8) high fucking five, I'm a fucking rapist:
9) morrissey gets questioned by the feds and eminem cracks me up like one big cosmic joke.
10) & now you're alllllll going to laugh when I say that if I were a guy, I would have hung my balls out and written that Superman song myself, cause that's really all I have the moves for ("what you maria, fly through twice" hahahah).
11) As it stands I'm just your black magic and two dollar love, go right. I'm not trying to wake you up, I'm not trying to wake you up.
12) i.e.: self expression, go!
13) team "go"(!)
14) "You're a real punk rock chick," the blond said to me on monday.
15) "Uh, no, no I'm not," I said, "but that really turned me on."
16) "woe, you know," boy says, "doubleyou-o, o, o, o, o . . . .oooo . . .o . . .eee dee for past tense."
17) Damn straight: in the beginning, there was semen, and penis envy, and apocrypha, and my backwards penchant for doublestandards, doubled plus plus pound equal.