There Was A Time,

I Wanted To Paint Blood

And Flesh P e  e   l   i   n   g Back From Bone

All I Wanted Was A Zombie 

That I Could Call My Own. 

I Guess It Wouldn't Be A Zombie 

Because D

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It Would Be A Girl Like You And Me

Brown Hair/Pink Lips And Shiny White Teeth 

I Wanted To Make Horrible Masks 

And Use My Day To Turn People Into Strangers 

And Make Movie Characters For Horror Films

These Same Hopes fall Loose From Black Hangers.

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Talk 

With People From Earths Corners Who'd Leave With No Trace

I'd Try Not To Stare At Their Needle P      t  Arms

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And Be Desperate To See Past Their Hair/Nails And Face.

I Had Wanted To Help The Worst Of The Addicts 

Free Them Of A Substance With Unyielding [Control]

And Feel The Rewards That Money Fails To Bring Forth

Clock Hands Pushed Plans To Shrink back And Grow Old. 

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Stand 

Beside A Cold Corpse Needing To Be Preserved

I'd Take Out The Organs And Do Up The Hair 

I'd Brush On Some Blush And Not Once Feel Unnerved. 

Now I'm On My Way To Doing None Of These Things

Dreams Of Odd Jobs Clipped So [Short] At The Wire 

1,000,000 Little Careers Living Only In My Head 

I've Barely Begun But I've Already Retired.

Blame it on the alcohol

Girls take a lot of shit for getting drunk. Whether it's the ugly scrunched up war-heads face we make post-shot, or the odd things we do after drinking, girls are faced with opposition from men, parents and innocent bystanders.
When a guy gets drunk, usually 1 of 3 things happen. 
1) He will get angry for no reason and punch something/someone. 
2) He will laugh and be merry and play games and have sex.
3) Nothing. He will be wasted but still seem sober. Amazing.
When women get drunk, they usually display a more complex set of emotions, dance moves and bodily fluids. 
 
Similar to the way that drug tests expose the narcotics in a persons system, alcohol is a test that can be used to expose the many personalities hiding in a woman. 
A series of unfortunate and embarrassing events have plagued my amateur weekend drinking career since it began in 10th grade. 
As a drunken gender, we are a dice tumbling off the edge of a table and onto the floor. We spin before landing and people gather around to see which face will appear 

Faces of the dice (many of my own faces)
You roll #1 and land on: The Sex Savage   
Pictures of dad, grandma and jesus christ are turned to face the wall as you participate in unspeakable acts of sluttiness. This girl is drunk and on the prowl. She may dry hump you against a wall in a room full of people. She may pop out of the shower curtain naked while you're peeing. This is one side of a girl that no blood relative should know exists. 
You roll #2 and land on: The Cryer. 
There's only one thing that can make a girl cry harder than The Notebook: too many drinks. For no apparent reason, the girl starts to feel overwhelmed and begins to think that the appropriate response to breaking her flip flop is to weep. She'll warrant lots of sympathy and back pats from other drunk girls who are also crying over broken thong sandals. 
You roll #3 and land on: The Over-Sharer 
One to many drinks and everyone at the party becomes this girls extremely under-payed therapist. She will use poor transitional methods to turn any conversation around till it becomes about her and all the horrible things that have ever happened to her. Things will get intense and there will be no memory left untouched. 
You roll #4 and land on: The Mohammad Ali 
Usually induced by tequila shots, this girl becomes a fighter. Depending on how much she's drank, she may just try to fight any girl, guy, bum, cop, hells angel or grandparent who she swears gave her a dirty look.

You roll #5 and land on: The memory bank 
One of the most annoying sides of a girl. She may appear to have a high-functioning form of autism which allows her to recall the date and time of anything you have ever done wrong. She drunkenly and confidently tells you that it really wasn't fucking cool of you to not text her back with plans that one saturday two months ago. The vicim, unprepared for this untimely ambush of useless information, will be left defenseless. 

You roll #6 and land on: The prized pig
You've won. She's happy and silly and fun and above all she's great at drinking games. She's a real social butterfly. 
Just kidding. No such girl exists.  
#6 is the most common side that appears when a girl gets drunk, "The sloppy one."
An hour after she loudly declares herself  "the life of the party" she will throw up into her hands, pee her pants, cry, tell her best friend to go fuck herself and then pass out naked next to the token creepy party guy who graduated 3 years ago but still talks to girls in high school. 


This rolling of dice and game of charades we play with only ourselves probably won't stop us from getting drunk. The dice will continue to crash and burn into the floor. In the end we will be the losers, because everyone knows that the house always wins. But because the gamble of rolling the dice and hoping the whole time it'll land on the right number is where the real fun was the whole time, we won't ever feel as bad as we should

Why can't we be friends?

Not a big fan of sororities or fraternities. Never have been. I'm not denying that the basis of these Greek life organizations had good intentions and strong foundations.
They did. 

But when good intentions are met with bad people,The bad guys win. And that's when people get sodomized with hot dogs. And it will never make sense to me that fraternities seem like a safe haven for all homophobic gay bashing men. 

yet...while in a fraternity these same men end up taking homoeroticism to whole new levels of gay. Now, this is probably a poem of exaggerated events, but I'm sure that some of these things happened to some people at some point in time somewhere. 

Bend over

Touch your toes 

Shut your eyes

Now keep them closed. 

One paddle two paddle

Eight paddle nine 

Skin is raw and red

This pledge is nothing but a swine.

Fatty flab hanging 

Circled with a marker 

Small tits and cellulite

My sisters make me stronger.

Sex with lots of losers

Their stomachs full of beer

Egos full and bursting

He hasn’t come yet but he’s near.

Knowing what to expect

The pledge is just a runt 

Branded an ugly little bitch

A fag a loser and a cunt. 

I like to drink but not this much

My mind is spinning in pirouettes 

One more shot forced down my throat

They’re burning my arms with cigarettes.

Eat the uneatable slop they feed me

I’d love to clean the throw-up of others 

I'll take the pain of whatever they give me

As long as I'm one of the sisters or brothers.

Please put that object up my ass

Sodomy is a test of my strength

Let me get naked for that sweaty frat pig

can I compliment him on his cocks length?

Pledge leader! pledge leader!

Please take my money 

If you don’t ill go crazy

I'll cook this bunny. 

The marker will fade and the wounds will heal

I'll no longer be the scum a top your pond

Once I wash this semen from my braid 

I'll have the honor of the Greek life bond.

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Every action has an equal and opposite (in)action.

December 25th 1998, I boycotted Christmas because I didn't want to wake up for presents as early as the rest of my family. My mom said I was always grumpy as a kid. As an 8 year old, I would glare at my brother over a bowl of Captain Crunch every morning before going to school wondering what he was so damn happy about. I think my pessimism was something my parents thought of as a phase. "It'll pass" was muttered a lot. Time would only prove them wrong. Phases don't last nineteen years. Any odd behavior lasting more than a year or two should stop being referred to by naive parents as "a phase" and start being referred to by its actual term, "a lifestyle." Bart and Chris Turek were just going to have to live with the fact that their daughter was...kind of an asshole..and liked to argue about things even when she didn't have all the facts..and had a big mouth...and a short fuse..and a peculiar fetish for fake plastic food. But moreover, they had to accept my pet peeves. They had to know that the ratio in my head comparing the things I hated versus the things I didn't was insanely uneven and would result in endless bitching, complaining and overall lack of action taken.

So while I'm on the subject, 
I could really do without some things. 

1) Girls over the age of 8 referring to hanging out as "playing." OMG LETS PLAYYY! PLAY DATE SOON. It's clear to everyone that there won't be much playing going on. Playing is reserved for things like hide and seek, tag and easy bake ovens. Probably not a word that can be used to descibe the things you'll actually be doing such as gossiping, watching t.v and going to crossgates. It sounds creepy and wrong and makes me think that Chris Hanson of Dateline NBC's "To Catch a Predator" should be sitting in to make sure no one gets molested.
2) Girls who replace the TH sound with an F sound. I'm not sure when it became cool or desirable to sound like you have a speech impediment, but its a trend I'm most likely not going to follow. COME PLAY WIFFF ME SOON! OH! AND HAPPY BIRFFDAYY!

3) When people find out that you haven't eaten, seen, heard, smelt or touched something that they have and say "OH YOU HAVEN'T LIVED" or "WHAT. ARE YOU KIDDING? WERE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE." Usually if you're lucky enough, they'll follow through with that second one. I haven't had pizza from Long Island, watched the Jersey Shore, eaten an eclair or seen the Godfather but somehow by the grace of god, I am still alive.
4) When you're in a group project and you tell the group the right answer to a question but no one acknowledges you because they don't think you're smart enough to contribute. They later find out that you were right but still.. no acknowledgement.
5) People who post pictures of themselves from photobooth AND proceed to talk about how ugly they look. "No make-up, sweatpants, just woke up...ugh. I look like shit" If you actually thought you looked like shit, you would erase the picture, feel bad about yourself and then take a few more to see if it's even possible for you to look any better. Or you can do what most girls do, which is... keep it, upload it to facebook, tag themselves, make it their profile picture and pray to receive the compliments they were fishing for.
6) My mom talking on her cell phone. I understand that people born in the 60's didn't grow up with cell phones, but you'd think after almost ten years of having one, my mom would stop talking into the phone as if everyone she knew was almost or completely deaf.
7) The morning after I sleep over at my dads apartment. Like clockwork, he gets up at 5am every morning, puts on his cowboy boots and paces the hardwood floors. Sometimes he'll jingle keys, turn on Rambo at full volume and talk to me about the legend that is Sylvester Stalone.
8) hugging people

9) Once again, the childish speech impediment. LOVESSSS YOU/IT/HIM/HER/THEM. Perhaps I'm being to harsh. Maybe these girls had suffered some tragedy as a kid that forced them back into a state of childlike dependency, making them to talk like babies and set up play dates at the age of NINETEEN. It seems more likely that these girls are just suffering from being idiots.  
10) a day where nothing goes right. Drop everything. spill anything. hit your head on all surfaces. bang your elbow into every door. remember nothing that you needed to.
11) Dumb experts. People who think they know everything but really don't. I had a boy who works under the hoods of cars all day tell me that taking plan B was the same thing as having an abortion. As tempting as it was to take this medical advice about my uterus from a non-girl non-doctor, I somehow resisted to take this information seriously. 
12) Skim milk. Might as well be water. I like my milk thick and fatty and straight from the udder.