♥ Mistress Yoru · 妾夜 ♥

6 little words from you.

Just 6...

And I feel worthless and cheap.

"You were the one meant for me and I will cherish our time together. But I was not destined to spend my life with you. Go and live for us both, love."

- That would be for my boyfriend.

"Don't you worry, dork...I'll be watching your back always. A sisters job is never done."

- For my only sibling.

DEAR GOD

What is wrong with women nowadays? Especially the ones here in Miami. It's like you have to maintain a sort of lifestyle and if you don't live up to it; you're beneath them. The hell?

Give me your broken PS2 and I can fix it in an hour. But give me makeup and heels; I'm outta there faster than a cheetah on fire.

See many of the women here need to have a few things in order to fit it society it seems. Like, straight highlighted hair, breast implants, body tan, waxed EVERYWHERE, stilettos, designer pants (that might as well be skin), designer anything for that matter, different coloroed contacts, MUST like mainstream music, have a NEW EXPENSIVE car to show off, house in a EXPENSIVE neighborhood; etc etc...
Again, the hell is up with that?

And woman my own age (20) end up looking like whores and 30+ years in age. Priorities are skewed in this picture.

I for instance, am the exact opposite. I hardly straighten my curly hair, I don't have ANY contacts, don't have a car, I like my A-cup breasts thank you, listen to any kind of black metal, live in a second floor condo, hate heels, am pale, dress WAY casual; blah blah blah.

I just can't understand why women would want to mold themselves into this "desired image". I personally think many of these women need to re-evaluate their own self-worth. WHY IN GODS NAME DOES A 21 YEAR OLD WOMAN NEED IMPLANTS WHEN SHE HAS A DECENT SIZE CUP AND HER BREASTS ARE STILL PERKY? It certainly can't be because of her boyfriend.

MEN LOVE TITS, NOT BAGS OF SILICONE.

Surprisingly, its not just women either, men also. And THAT right there folks, is why I need to move out of this dump.

I am woman, hear me roar.

Today is just one of those days, where the littlest thing can potentially set me off. For example, take how I just wanted to throw my phone against the wall after it rang today. One of my friends called and I couldn't well answer with a very rude "hello, please fuck off" now can I?

So I do what I always do whenever I feel like this. I find company with myself.

Oddly enough, I'm very accute of my surroundings and not vice-versa when I'm like this. I can see people more clearly, I call them as I see them and tend to come off as very bitchy. Which I admit I am when I'm like this. So while I'm not irrationally angry 24/7, I do very much welcome it because most of my eye-opening epiphanies have been while in this "PMS MADNESS".

I just sincerely hope that my boyfriend doesn't stick it in his mouth today or else he's getting an earful.

LOOK WHAT I FOUND.



♥♥♥ THIS PLEASES ME.

Marines are the most sexist, misogynistic, pigheaded, conceited, prickfaced, assholes that think they can stick it in any hole made available to them.

And their SO's are the most plastic stuck up bitches I've ever had the displeasure to meet. Oh please, spare me the fucking "woe is me" bullshit. You're all the same. You knew EXACTLY what the fuck you were getting into. So, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I've yet to meet either that can prove to me otherwise. Fuck.

P.S. - This is coming from a person who grew up with the military.

I was bored.

This was the product.

What do you think? *added an alternate*

I might go back later today and change my private entries to public. Except for the truly personal ones, those will remain precisely that, private.

My idustrial piercing got swollen today after I scratched it a little too hardly. I gave it a quick saline treatment and let it soak it with a cold papertowel for a bit; fortunately the swellings gone down. We'll see how it decides to act tomorrow. But if worse comes to worse, I think I'd like still have my ear, thank you.
You know, this is probably the bitchiest piercing ever. The bottom portion of the industrial is completely healed whereas the top portion tends to act like I pierced it yesterday. It's really starting to wear down on my patience. Maybe I should just take the entire industrial off, put a helix for the bottom piercing thats healed, and let the rest of my ear just heal itself.

Yeah, that sounds good. I might just do that.

Spent most of yesterday feeling sick thanks to the flu shot. Didn't help any that I was already sick when they gave it to me. It messed me up bad, needless to say.

So most of my time yesterday was spent trying to find a goddamned layout that I could use here that I actually tolerated. So after maybe, what? 564982 hours looking for it, I found this little gem.

Hello Eddie. You are my best friend.
Now I'm tempted to get another profile layout, possibly this one over at bishidere, I don't know yet so it's up in the air.

My brother came home from school today with headlice. So now my mother is having a shit fit and I have unceremoniously locked myself away from civilization in hopes that nothing comes my way O_O He most likely contrated it from an animal he takes care of during class, so that leaves the culprits to: goats, a hog, rabbits, chickens, roosters, geese and gerbils. Gee, how comforting. NOT.

Now, after the epic fail that was this afternoon, I am going to try to watch Disney's Atlantis. Provided that my mother stops acting like the tick-eating monkey she's being right now.

It's amazing how two and half years spent with someone flies by in no time. Through our ups and downs uber_bum and I are closly linked. We are closer than best friends and even more intimate than lovers. I believe in everything in me that he is my better half, my soul mate.

The trials that he and I have endured would have broken many people and yet we are as strong as ever. He has kept me from running away from the world, held me without a word when all I could do was cry, and he showed me without words how much I am to him. Sometimes I feel as if everything is a dream and at any moment I'll just wake up and all this will simply vanish.

He is my first everything. I mean everything. Nearly three years later, and we still behave as if we're a new couple. We phone everyday we don't see each other, and we always strive to try and make the other happy.

Of course, we are far from perfect. We have argued and been out of hand, but I believe that it is necessary. It keeps our relationship healthy and we learn from our mistakes (who doesnt appreciate a little make-up loving as well ;p). We are each others teachers and backbones.

So much has changed since we've been together. I can't deny that what we have managed to achieve in so short a time is really unique and precious. It is also very fragile. Fortunately, I plan on keeping hold of it very near and safe for as long as I am allowed to.

♥~