My parents got horney, they fucked, I was conceived. Nine months later, I was born, and subsequently my parents divorced. I was raised, and I grew up. I was kicked out, I moved in, and then I was kicked out again. This brought me from Colorado, to Georgia. Where I met my then to be future husband. I, along with said person moved back to Colorado. We started dating, broke up due to him being an abusive asshole, then he joined the air force, and we married. The air force put us in California, where he decided he wanted to be a she, so we divorced. She moved back to the South, and I stayed here, to go on to date a solider. We, (the solider and I) got horney, and fucked, and I conceived. Said solider decided that for reasons that only he will understand, that the relationship was beyond the effort of trying, and split. Nine months later I bore a son into the world. A son which said solider has had little contact with, due to his own issues of not being able to handle me. (What a great fucking father, huh? But there's more drama to this story, and well, I'm not going to dwell on it… At least not here, but oh, revenge is sweet!) I'm still in California, but am now going to school working on a Doctors Degree in History, with co-minors in Archeology and Journalism. For the end result of a teaching job at some random university. I'm also working hard on moving back to Colorado, where I hope to live out the rest of my little existence… I am 23 years old, the middle child of a middle class family. I have two sisters, and a brother. Now I know what you are saying, unless two of us are twins, I can't be the middle child. But trust me I can. It involves a divorce, and both parents re-marring. Bring it bitches! Challenge me on my own fucking life… Ass! I am who I am, and nothing is ever going to change that, so give up, get over, and move on now if you think what you think will effect me in anyway. Because it won't. Because I could really give a rats ass about what you think on how or who I should be. The name is Stephanie, though throughout the course of my life I have been called many other things, some good, some bad, and some just oddly fitting… So I answer to just about everything, but be forewarned, you might not like how I respond, so watch what you call me. I'm incredibly loyal, overly sexual, incorrigibly independent, and terribly opinionated, without a fear to share all of me to the whole of the world! I will not tolerate yours or anyone else's shit, I have enough of my own. I don't tolerate drama. I will just tell you to fucking cry me a river, build me a bridge and get the fuck over it. After all, Life is Pain. I will not stand scandalous whores, of either gender. I have a bad habit of slapping them in the mouth, laughing as they bleed and walking away. I fucking curse like a mother-fucking drunk ass bitch of a sailor. So fucking deal with it, or shut the hell up, and piss the fuck off! Bastards. I smoke too much, and don't drink enough. I listen to a bunch of crap music, in fact you name it, I have it, or have listened to it, and like it. And if that fails to be true, suggest something to me, and I'll go down load it, and listen to it, and like it. If you think you can handle my honesty, then read my journal, and add me as a friend so that I might do the same to you. If not, then, fuck you, I have enough friends! Bitches!! ^__^
"These motherfuckers stepped on me, Tried to fuck me from behind..."
~*~Remember, REVOLUTION starts with ONE person~*~
"Mother is the name for God in the Lips and Hearts of all Children." -- The Crow
You're one of those annoying history buffs, aren't you?" --Paul D. Stamp, a History teacher I have had.
Mon bébé Lennon Ander obtient si grand si rapidement!
"I don't believe in the existence of mercy's guiding hand... Not with all that I have witnessed, I cannot understand. Forever burdened with the knowledge that I could have been so much more When the truth is hard to suffer, I knew this all before. There is no comfort in faith, the heavens still will fall. A thousand towers rise before me and I cannot climb them all. There is no kind of joy in this, there is no time that it can heal, When emptiness enshadows bliss, there is nothing left to feel. I have not abandoned hope, though I know there's nothing more. Tired and alone, you forget what you hoped for. I will walk this ground forever and stand guard against your name. I will give all I can offer, I will shoulder all the blame. I am sentry to you now, all your hopes and all your dreams. I will hold you to the light, that’s what forever means. I was never what you wanted, I could never never please. I swallowed all our sorrow in the midst of my disease. All my fortunes, all my gains, all the battles I have won... Now collapsing like the rain, I stand alone, your only son... Take some solace in these words, take notice of this place. Hollow whispers that they are, like the wind upon my face. Sing softly in my ear and look at me with wonder. I will try to ease your fear as the darkness pulls you under. I will walk this ground forever and stand guard against your name. I will give all I can offer, I will shoulder all the blame. I am sentry to you now, all your hopes and all your dreams. I will hold you to the light, that’s what forever means." ~Bruderschaft ~ Forever.
"Went to a party last Saturday night, I didn't get laid, I got into a fight. Uh-huh, it ain't no big thing."
"And here's AC/DC in the middle, going, 'we're here to save your souls'."
"Your image of beauty is a bit askew brainwashing girls from the age of two you airbrushed playmates dont turn me on with collagen lips and silicone tear, tear the heads tear the heads off barbie dolls i would hate to have your plastic smile all dressed up in the latest style my dream girl aint all satin and lace shes a natural born angel with a dirty face."
Joy. VNV Nation
So why do I love when I still feel pain? When does it end, when is my work done? Why am I lone and why do I feel that I carry a sword through a battlefield? So why do I love when I still feel pain? When does it end, when is my work done? Why do I fight and why do I feel that I carry a sword, that I carry a sword?
"In times of Peace, children bury their parents, in times of War, the parents bury their children." Stop the war for Oil, bring our Troops HOME!