Well... generally, it's a bitch, ain't it?
Life ain't changing... its stuck-fast and on no track to getting any easier. But sometimes a little bit o' turmoil shoves everything neatly into place, in drawers and under rugs where they belong. Like when you shake a snow-globe, and the snow settles just right to make it look pretty, rather than all lopsided at the edge, giving it the appearance of a winter city beign glomped by a killer powdered doughnut. And btw, lol.

So... recently, I discovered that the ket-snorting whore I had befriended was actually a ket-snorting whore. The latter being one that isn't worth my time. A bit like that busted old game someone lends you, and you get damn sick of it after a while so you toss it to the nearest passer by. And despite your adequately harsh review, whomever picks it up immediately sees what you saw to begin with. Fail, right? Meh...

I'm referring to my EX-friend (I stress the ex) Amy. Or as she spells it, "aimei" but you really shouldn't trust a fifteen year old who can't spell her own name. I'm not even getting into her middle names... she made them all up, to be blunt.
Long story short, she stole my money, ditched my 16th birthday party, slagged off my best friend, lied to me about it (even though I'd been there when she got them on MSN) and then denied cheating on her GF (yes, she's a wannabe lesbian) even though the proof was right in front of her equestrian face. (Yes, she has a serious case of horse-face. 'Scrubs' fans, commence laughter).
So, she got ditched. Good riddance. And since then, life's been fucking amazing. We've had the most awesome parties (in which my house got trashed -RIP hallway air freshener- and hastily repaired again), some epic 'rofls' and some mega, mega bitches. When I say "bitches" I'm reffering to those brutally honest life-talks you have in the oddest of places with those closest to you. The type where you reveal all of your inner thoughts over the last few months, and everyone agrees because its true, and you just had the guts to come out and say it. So put it this way; I've got a lot of guts. Enough to smack that bitch upside her face if she comes near me again (I don't quite get the phrase "upside yer head" but I believe I'm using the concept accurately).

Because of this, I've devoted my time to writing a short novel (or perhaps novella) based on the events of this past year. Its going to be serious fucking brutal. No facts spared, no secrets hidden, no bitches twisted, no roles reversed. I'm putting in ever last little bit of grit I can muster (and you wonder why we run out of grit for the roads? Its because I'm fucking writing!) and believe me, its a lot. Some of those involved will laugh, others will probably cry and throw a tantrum (to name a few...) but most will probably look at the page like "WTF!?" because they had no idea that what they were reading was true.
Because its based on the midnight vices of a bunch of (mostly) careless teens with a death-wish, there are a lot of non-PC concepts, and stacks of ideologically sensetive (DA taught me that when I first joined) but at least it has a steady enough build-up. That way, there'll be no smack-on-the-back-of-the-head surprise when one minute we're sat having tea, and the next someone's being raped under an overpass (that didn't happen, but... well, its not far off tbh).
So I might post the first chapter up here, or a few extracts to hook you or something. If I decide to go public. It might just be a god way to vent... heck, it is. And she can deny it all she likes, but she knows its true. And if she can read (she can't spell her name right yet, but who knows? Place your bets!) then she MIGHT get an understanding of how REAL people feel. But I WOULD NOT follow this progress if you're against...
Violence, drugs, drinking, sex, underage sex, gore, swearing, racism, abortion, rape, teen culture, promiscuity, self-harm, suicide, bullying, general abuse, and other such non-PC topics. A few of the abve aren't specific to the story, but they pop up. Mostly in character conversation and flashbacks. Yes, since I'm reading 'Anita And Me' for English, I've decided not to write chronologically, but skip back and forth. So... I'm telling the basic storyline, but as I (the protagonist) have memories, key thoughts and feelings, or know a similar or relative short story, then they skip in (a bit like a broken record) if you follow.



On a totally different note, Christmas this year is, so far, going ok. I have some plans, and a gorgeous red dress by Niche, which I will wear with Tuk heels and fishnet hold-ups. I'll look like a total whore, but I don't give a shit, it looks nice!
Merry christmas! I hope that all of your drunken endvours end in the most epic of ways.