Dirty Mouth

I'm not giving anything new today. I'm lost in a world of eras and friends. I saw Factory Girl yesterday and the only thing I really got out of it is that I hate Andy Warhol because he is SUPER overrated and that Sienna Miller is a different level of hot. She took up the whole screen with every scene and it was a breath of fresh air. Even if the movie was alright, she knew how to demand attention with each dance, each outfit, each tear and each smile. 

"You're the boss, Applesauce."

Today was very fun with my allotted friends and we got Starbucks, then borders then Applebees for half price apps, but I di

dn't get that. I got the quintessential order, the staple of all diners and restaurant chains: The Chicken Finger Platter. I've got that order so much that last summer I decided to order something different every time and not get the Chicken Finger Platter. Our night was made spicier when an old flame of our friends came to the same Applebees. Hey, you can't blame fake, Republic trash, right? Oops. Did I say that? Yep. Not taking it back.

People have to realize that with some of the "friends" I had in High School, I was only amicable because I'm nice and I don't want to start drama with them. Now, I don't give a flying fu

ck about what I say them because people come and go and I would rather see them go. That goes for some of the members of a penta-group. Come and get it, kids.

You probably think this is all wrong of me to say all of this, but its not. You do the same thing. Everyone does. The difference between me and you is that I will will have the strength to say it to their immature faces. I'm not the one with the dirty mouth.

Listen to: Dirty Mouth by Hot Hot Heat