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Polly (guerita)



Last Updated: 12/18/2009

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Age: 22

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Monday, December 14, 2009 05:16 AM
in transition, and I'm afraid to fuck it up.  Can't I find a solution when there's a problem?  "If it's not broke, don't fix it".  Anyone else feel the need to have it all?  Yeahhhh
Wednesday, October 28, 2009 01:56 PM
Not Miami.  Relocated to Vegas....haven't really updated anyone...you know, besides the real people who matter in real life, but here's for you in internetland.  Town seems to have a lot of potential that I, after a couple of low blows, can't seem to find the motivation to tap into.  Given a little bit of time and establishing I think I'll get back on my feet and just fall into taking advantage of what the wonderful world of NOTFLINT has to offer.  

Let's see, money is stupid.  I'm trying to quit smoking not only because I can't afford it, but because I have to quit smoking to sell my eggs for the pretty price of $5,000.  Yes, I'll take that.  Also got the address of a blood bank around town that'll pay me for my plasma.  Start that Thursday if all goes as planned.  

I miss the burly ass midwest skate spots, surprisingly.  I miss the downtown shitty ass ledge (behind the pavilion), I miss knowing where every spot was at, I miss that piece of shit skatelite park.  That miniramp!  I miss Lansing park's wall, and their eggbowl...and East Lansing's weird brick bank ledge things , Masons bowl, Detroits......fucking entire city.  I'm having such a hard time letting go of all the spots I knew so well, and the crew I always skated with...it's hard to really go skate lately.  I hit a park maybe once a week and have to think about what I'm doing, not just do.  I'm way too unmotivated to go find street spots, which is sad.  Hopefully I'll get out of this soon.

In good news....I am looking at a second job at Zumiez, which...say what you want about the shop...it's still a skate shop and when I went in there and asked dude for a job I wound up hanging out with him and fucking around on a spare board laying around for about two hours.  He said he'd just have me grip and assemble boards, meaning I won't even have to deal with the normal bullshit that goes with working a retail job.  I'm fucking stoked.  Maybe I'll make some buds and they'll take me to some good spots and get me back on my game.  

I met some dudes about a month ago who seemed real legit.  Skated with 'em, they bought me some beers and invited me to their home...real good seeming dudes.  But after three weeks of phone tag..well, you know.  Fuck it.  I'm bummed on that because they were supposed to take me to some fucking pools.  What's the wild west REALLY got to offer?  Pools and ditches.  IF YOU CAN FIND THEM!

So I have to go to some manager meeting tomorrow at Deja Vu I guess?  I'm not exactly positive why I have to be there...that could either be a good thing or a bad thing.  Am I full blown blogging right now?  I think I am.  I must be lonely. 

oh yeah and for those of you who say they're going to visit AND ACTUALLY ARE GOING TO VISIT..........I live with some random ass kid named Aron (yes, A Ron) who really looks like his fucking name should be Kyle.  He's cool.  Funny how sometimes you just end up being kinda loopy for no real reason.  Anyways, yeah....what's up, cheap bills?  

fuck minimum wage.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009 01:47 PM
do what you did get get 'em to keep 'em he said;
but the boy don't follow his own rules in bed...
and he think I don't know what he thinkin'--
actin' funny when he think I'm asleep and--
tellin' me lies like I can't see right through 'em.

Boy don't follow his own rules
He preach rock n' roll but he give me the blues.

put on them shoes and get to walkin'
I'll be dancin'-everyone else romancin'
'til he come crawlin' back. .. 
but it's already too late, Jack.
I don't need you.  I don't need you.
I'll find another fuck to not care
and you have good luck over there
you can go ahead and keep my underwear.

for those fond memories-of days of you and me 
when you said I was your lady-
Jack you better be afraid of me...

Boy don't follow his own rules.
He preach rock n' roll but he give me the blues.


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if you know me and ask questions...fuck off because you're an idiot.
anyway, here's another one.

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Don't tell me anything, I'm not gonna listen
Take a look at my life-and everything I have gotten myself in
but I don't mind, I will take it
hold my head up high, take another hit.

Now I'm hurting, but that's just fine
I'm figuring out my life
I'm the one that got away
and they'll realize some other day
when it's too late.
Check mate.

It's okay that I am down
I'll get back up again
and watch all the regrets 
as they start pouring in--it ain't a sin
but that don't make nobody (NOBODY) 
a better person
now it's back to the drawing board
'til everyone's done bein' sore.

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Monday, August 03, 2009 04:27 AM
More blabbering.  Exhausted tired.  Dumb dumber.  Marlboro red 100s.  Always gonna have a screw loose.  I've got a pay pal account set up so you little girlies can send gratuities for breaking in your boys.  Once they've been through me they're ready to settle down.  I'm the reason they're okay with spending Friday nights cuddling and watching movies on the couch.  Enough excitement to last you a life time, stupid shit overload to ease your soul and really make you appreciate "the little things".  Be cool with quiet, content with "boring".  You're boring.  I'm not.  You like boring, you just don't know it yet.  "Gimmie somethin' fast and cheap so's I can fall my ass asleep"
Tuesday, July 28, 2009 08:19 PM
are all fucking crazy

I'm sexually frustrated, but too afraid of aids to fuck anyone.  Not only that, but for all the people I've met nobody who sparks a single real interest in me.  Too predictable.  Too many headaches.  Too much baggage.

I really can't speak for everyone, but I believe females have a way of knowing when something isn't right.  To aid that, everyone is so into mouth running that secrets of the sexual nature just can't be kept.  Note to you shady characters: the truth ALWAYS comes out.  The solves-all for this?  Balls up and be honest.  You wanna fuck everything that walks?  Make that be known.  You wanna keep a sexual relationship with more than one person?  Keep those involved informed.  There are simple guide lines that can be followed to be a sleaze in a more proper and effective way.  It's not sleazes I have a problem with, it's liars.

Anyways.  Anyone know an easy way to turn your vagina off? 




Thursday, July 02, 2009 12:46 AM
Something people just can't understand, whether they've been there or not.  Modern movie standards have sucked all the fun out of either end of the spectrum of polyamory, even though I don't think it's unnatural to feel strongly about more than one person.  For some reason, though, we all think we're special and can't seem to stomach the idea that we, as individuals, are not the center of the universe.  Relationship advise #201: similar levels of logic are imperative!!! 
Thursday, May 28, 2009 04:13 AM

Current mood:goods
I coulda had it all, but I pissed it all away.  BUT I SAY FUCK EM, ANYWAY.  Let's just have some fun before we die. 
Thursday, April 23, 2009 12:34 AM
An incomplete list of some shit I dig.

1) Real parents...no really, REAL parents.  Not baby sitter payin', partyin' 'til dawn with a 3 year old, toddler trashin' the house while you're passed out drunk at noon parents. 

2) Pineapple.  Shit tastes good.

3) Hotel rooms.  Big, nice hotel rooms with full bars and big windows on the 300th story.

4) Skateboarding and skateboards and little pieces of wood on wheels.  Particularly having fun with skateboards.  Not taking the shit too seriously.  Remembering that it's a toy and it's just a good time.

5) People who laugh a lot and are easily amused.

6) Cats who know who they are and where they come from, but don't let it necessarily affect their turn out in life.

7) Good fucking music.  Show me some shit I ain't never heard.  Old or new, I'm about it.  Any genre.

8) Playing music.  Singing, guitaring, drumming, bassing, pianoing, trumpeting, fucking beating on anything that sounds good.

9) Exclusive sex and all that it entails.

10) The "fuck it" mentality.

11) Remembering that life is what you make it and playing off the present, not the past or even the future.

12) Realistically optimistic people.  Not overly bullshitty happy smiley face people...just those who are able to see the bright side.

13) Glittery things.  I know that's retarded, but little kids are automatically drawn to colorful and shiny objects, it's just in our nature.

14) Fly gear!  Just comfortable shit that fits well and adds to ya swagg.

15) Cuddling like a fag.  Yeah, it's nice to touch/be touched by someone you're into.

16) Warm weather and lots of sun shine.

17) Beaches and maybe even living on them.

18) Having a certain amount of control over shit, but being able to let go and let things play out at the same time.

19) Surprises are good.

20) Leaving my fucking phone at home.

21) Any place I've never seen before.

22) The way things look when they're on fire.  The smell of fire.  Fire.

23) The way glass sounds when it's smashing/shattering.

24) Driving vehicles that aren't mine.

25) A mother fucker who can argue really well, shut me up, and make a good point fairly.

26) People who don't look like me.

27) People who are like me.


Friday, February 20, 2009 06:15 AM


but it's cool, I got this picture to show for it.  Worth it.


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For real, though.  Call me, Slash...


she lies.



Friday, January 23, 2009 07:11 AM
does Karma hit ten fold?  If so, I'm fucked.