I hate easter.

So today I dressed like Jesus never existed. I'm sure my mother's proud of me.
I don't see a point in stuffing eggs behind bushes and waiting for them to ferment while small, oblivious children try to find them. Why'd the rabbit fuck a chicken anyway? Santa could kick said Easter Bunny's ass. Does he even have a name? Easter Bunny? Why not Juan or something. That's a cool name.

Easter is canceled. Let's celebrate Halloween instead. I'm wondering how many of you will actually read this and of the few that do how many actually care and those that care, how bad did the Halloween is better sound?



Poor bastard. Santa caught him with his sleigh on the way to the good children's houses.

ON TO HAPPIER MATTERS.

I've been thinking about tattoos an awful lot lately and I've come to a conclusion that I want ELABORATELY COMPOSED done somewhere. Not getting what I mean? I'll post a picture of something I drew, later. Maybe.
I've been quite cynical and apathetic today. It's one of those moods where I'd like to watch you burn. Ya know? Maybe I'm just a complete mental case.
Hm.

I'm supposed to be going to the doctor for my insomnia sometime soon. Those sleep studies are completely pointless.
You lay in a room that is anything but home and let a bunch of white dressed self professed doctors stare at you and screw with machines. You can't sleep and either way, are diagnosed with insomnia.

LOVELY.

I wrote a song the other day. It's on my blog. Which I'm pretty sure none of you [who am I even talking to?] check.

You probably should. It's unhealthy and a mess, but you might learn something.

www.mymonstrosity.blogspot.com

Follow my links. I'll follow yours.

Let me know what's going on in your life. I'm bored and out of my mind 99.9 % of the time.

<3 Bethy.

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