Iris

is the root of all evil.
Especially when you have none.

Every single day of my life, I have shit talked about me because I am a GodsGirl. And I know I've posted about this before, but it's getting really pathetic. Quite a few people in my local shitty area of Seattle / Kent / Tacoma, think I'm a huge joke. And believe it's neccessary to change their names to "So and so of Gods Boys" or "So and so is a Gods Girl". I am a firm believer that if you have to talk shit about someone, or you make fun of them, or you try to ruin their lives, you have a jealousy issue. It takes a lot of balls (or vaginas, which ever you prefer) to do what us girls do. And I find it very amusing that people have nothing better to do with their time than sit around and talk down on us.

I, for one, am tired of it, but I know it will never stop. Because people never grow up. Even though I've been out of junior high and high school for years, it's never going to get any better. People never change, get any nicer, or grow up. It's bestilled in them to act like sneaky little 14 year old brats. I mean, throughout the history of the world there have been kiniving little bitches who have set out to ruin lives (or relationships, for that matter). Take Medusa for example. That backstabbing piece of shit totally stole Athena's charm and grace. At least in this myth, Medusa got what was coming to her. But in real life - that never happens.
So let's look at Ginger Spice. She totally screwed over the Spice Girls. So, the Spice Girls sucked and Ginger got a new career (Given: her solo career didn't quite take off as well as she had planned. But, still!). 

Every day I add to the list of people who can kiss my ass. All these KIDS (and I capitalize and bold that for the very reason that they ARE kids, and no where near maturity) that I've seen around for 3, maybe 4 years, but never talked to. And if I did talk to them, realized how idiotic they are, and ended whatever was becoming of it. They think they know me because they judge me by my hair and what outfit I'm wearing that day. Whenever I have to be in a room with one of these people I try to choke on my own fucking tongue to escape breathing the same air as them. And they must know this fact, because they don't try to confront me about the issuse they have with me or solve any problems they have with me in real life but instead through the world wide web. No one fucking respects social anorexia anymore. You have to be obese off of local hardcore shows and vegan restaurants. Lucky enough for them that it doesn't take any self esteem or intelligence to pass themselves off as witty, desirable or "tough".

I guess I'm just trying to make the point that I could decide to stop doing this tomorrow, and it would still be the talk of the town. I sort of wish a terrible disaster would happen so they'd have something else to talk about other than just me. BUT that most likely won't happen, and here I am, in the dead center of a "tougher" version of Laguna Beach.