Call me Bones.
I live my life like Sex In A Strobelight. I may be made of sex and ecstacy but when you look in my eyes you will see stars.
My Name Is Esme.
I Have 2 Kids, Or Maybe 3.
I'm Addicted To Smack And Crack.
I'll Show You A Good Time For A Dime.
I guess theres no more to say anymore. Nothing to do. Nothing to drink. No one to meet. It's all been done. You have the money, you have the looks. Do you like money? No I just like trading money for something kool. When theres nothing left do you just do nothing? No you find something new to do. When you know everyone, they are not your friends. You know everyone.
Find something new.
Feel Rex's love. Just because he is not humping your leg does not mean he loves you.
We love us All.
All of us.
Alright. If god takes life he's an indian giver. If you take life your just a fuck up. You dance around, do drugs, drink, have sex, get pregnant, its over. How's that? You cunts dont know what your getting into. You think every day is different but its really the same. Get up, paint your face, do your hair, go to school, do drugs and not learn, go home or hang with your friends, go to sleep. Does that sound about right to you? Good. Now I'm going to tell you a little about myself. I drink, I smoke, I fuck, I've even had to take the Morning-After Pill. I've been fat, I've been anorexic, I've gone out with so many boys that I've lost count but I've only slept with one. I've been beat up by my drunk mother. I've been beat up by myself. I've been addicted to perscription drugs. I've been addicted to pot. If thats not living life then what the fuck is? I put up with filthy little wankers all my fucking life but in the end I don't fucking care. I've dropped out of school but I'm still smarter than half you prats. I've been through more pain than Adolf Fucking Hitler. I know these streets like I know my way around a high school. But I still get around. I've drank 'till I projectile vomit for a long enough time that I vomit nothing but blood. Then drank again the next fucking day. I've been called a fuck-up, a failure, a bitch, a cunt, nothing, a goddess, an idol, I've been called a queen of this god-forsaken fucking universe. But I dont care. I'm an ant compared to some. But I'm still better than the rest.
When it's your turn
You'll get your lesson learned.
You'll be blister burnt.
My adrenaline is going to do you in.
I'm seeing red again.
You cross me once and you'll see,
It's like a match in gasoline.
You'll get your lesson learned.
You'll be blister burnt.
My adrenaline is going to do you in.
I'm seeing red again.
You cross me once and you'll see,
It's like a match in gasoline.
BASICS
| Height: | 159 cm - 163 cm (5'3" - 5'4") |
| Weight: | 41 Kg - 45 Kg (90 lbs - 100 lbs) |
| Birthday: | November 17, 1989 |
| Dating: | Single |
| Living Situation: | Living with roommate(s) |
| Location: | Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada |
| Join Date: | 06:25pm | Jul 02, '06 |
| Last Active: | 04:04pm | Feb 10, '12 |
INTERESTS
| Reading Material: | Comic books, Fiction, Fantasy, Graphic novels, Humor, Myths and Legends, Non-fiction, Sci-fi |
| Movies: | Animated, Anime, Documentaries, Horror, Musicals, Psychological Thrillers, Science Fiction |
| Art: | Writing |
| Video Games: | First person shooter, Fighting, Role Playing, Simulations, Strategy |
| Activities: | Flailing |
| Outdoor: | Camping, Going to the beach, Hunting, Sightseeing |
HERE COME THE FIREWORKS.
LISTEN.
Get dirty. Get fucking filthy. Get poor. Get off your ass. Get desperate. Get dangerous. Get vilified. Get vile. Get romantic. Get fucked. Get moving. Get productive. Get pro-active. Get started. Get your own life. Get doing something. Anything.
Because before you know it you're 40 with kids, a mortgage, and responsibilities that cause your fun to come second. So before cancer, before kids, before 50 hour work weeks, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you lose your sense of humor...
Fight.
Fight and fuck and run and smile. Smile because the older you get, the less you will. So yes, "quit being such a goddamn pussy," because bitching and whining and worry never made anything better.
Because before you know it you're 40 with kids, a mortgage, and responsibilities that cause your fun to come second. So before cancer, before kids, before 50 hour work weeks, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you lose your sense of humor...
Fight.
Fight and fuck and run and smile. Smile because the older you get, the less you will. So yes, "quit being such a goddamn pussy," because bitching and whining and worry never made anything better.
LATEST BLOG ENTRY
04:35am | Feb 06, '11 | No Comments
So I haven't blogged in awhile so I thought I'd give everyone an update on the downlow.
So I've split up with my longterm bf (or what I thought was going to be a longer term than what was) and got pretty sad. Though the entire breakup was entirely my fault. But lets not get into that.
So after that little fiasco I had to take some time to regain my confidence and mental stability as to fix my social life again. I was kinda living in my bedroom and drinking myself into oblivion for awhile there. But alas after some time to myself and the help of my bestfriend and little stepbrother I was back to hanging out with my friends. And even managed to still be friends with the now exboyfriend. Which is a good thing because we've been friends since grade 2 so if a breakup ruined that many years of friendship I'd probably kill someone. I'm not joking.
SO, after having some super crazy parties being all single and whatnot, actually having fun in life, I was looking at the brightside of my life. UNTIL! I
So I've split up with my longterm bf (or what I thought was going to be a longer term than what was) and got pretty sad. Though the entire breakup was entirely my fault. But lets not get into that.
So after that little fiasco I had to take some time to regain my confidence and mental stability as to fix my social life again. I was kinda living in my bedroom and drinking myself into oblivion for awhile there. But alas after some time to myself and the help of my bestfriend and little stepbrother I was back to hanging out with my friends. And even managed to still be friends with the now exboyfriend. Which is a good thing because we've been friends since grade 2 so if a breakup ruined that many years of friendship I'd probably kill someone. I'm not joking.
SO, after having some super crazy parties being all single and whatnot, actually having fun in life, I was looking at the brightside of my life. UNTIL! I