Create an account. Remember me. Steph steffaneenah wrote, - 07 - 07 Steph steffaneenah - 07 - 07 Previous Share Flag Next. I don't really feel like talking about anything at the moment, but I'll try. The last few days kind of sucked. I went to a funeral yesterday, they always suck. I'm perpetually broke it seems, need to figure out a way to make some serious cash, but that seems like the quest of everyone at the moment, and it doesn't seem to be panning out for anyone, considering our country is in a recession.
And we don't want that. After work we went to a barbeque at Nolan's, and it was good and I was with friends, but I got pissy because I didn't realize what time it was so I missed fireworks. I finally added an "About me" section on my myspace and moved a bunch of stuff around and added some other new things, and a bunch of pictures. You should go check it out and let me know what you think. The way I'm talking it seems like I'm in a depressed mood though, but not really, I will say that It's easy for me to get in a bad mood, but I'm sort of on the edge of optimism and shooting myself in the face.
If that makes any sense. But not to fret, I always come out on top. Okay I'm done I think, and I'm sure you all are going to read that with necks tilted to the side, furrowed brows, scratching heads, thinking WTF is she talking about??
But that's okay, I don't know either. I'm going to try and get them oldest to newest, but I have a horrible memory so Mandee will probably tell me later that they are way out of order. My poor neck, I dyed my hair that day and didn't rinse it all out, so every single thing on my body was stained red, but obviously, my neck got it the worst.
Best picture ever. Tragic Beautiful shoot with Leah and Theresa: candids. I had to fight him for damn near an hour to get him to let me do it, he bitched the whole time and drank, so by the end he could laugh Theresa loved it, in her spray on pants. Okay here is when it starts getting mixed up, I have no idea when we went to the Zoo, so I think they should go here.
That day I woke up in a horrible mood, and didn't really want to go anywhere at all, when we had planned to go to the zoo, so Mandee called me and immediately I was asked "What's wrong? Ryan made friends with a monkey guy. But upon further inspection they are pretty fucking discusting. Is that moldy fungus?? Or did he barf on himself? Mandee became obsessed with pure gore, and could be found at a rave, covered in fake blood and molded wounds.
She was just herself, and no one could take that away. She dated, but not excessively so. She fucked, and she was proudly bisexual. She took party drugs to the point where it would get her high, but not to where it would kill her or something. Everything was good. Then, her father got relocated because of his job. Moving to California was more odd for her than it was devistating. She was so used to having the average Americans as her peers, and the fake bimbos that went to her new school were nothing like that.
At least at her old school, she had people that were like her -- or understood her, even. Not to mention, it was the middle of the year, and she was at completely different places as far as curriculem went. Mandee's parents could tell that she wasn't at all happy. Even if the year was almost over, they didn't want to put her through that anymore.
They'd heard about how diverse the students of Lincoln Academy were, and they didn't have to think twice about trying to get her in. Mandee was talented, and everyone she knew her well enough was aware of that. Naturally, she was quite fucking nervous that people weren't going to except her at Lincoln, either. Fuck that, though, she wasn't gonna change for no one. Butterflies with giant cleavers never failed to swarm her tummy and hack away at the delicate flesh as her body writhed in sync with the mass of people around her.
Maybe it was the way she felt like she was walking on motherfucking air. Maybe it was the way the world seemed to look so different. Laughing, Mandee spun in the most graceful way only not , instantly grasping onto the shoulders she found in front of her. Her speech was definitely slurred.
She saw swirls everywhere that she looked. The growls from the aggrotech singer kinda scared her. Mmm, the wonders of acid. Fuck yeah, Mandee was going to have one bad ass night. Choked sobs and sputtered pleas of mercy was the white noise in the air. Mandee wanted blood. She wanted death. Fuck, she wanted it so bad. Then, she saw red. She felt red. She tasted red as she lowered her mouth down and pressed lips to lips against her newly tongueless victim.
The girl beneath her once had a name. The girl beneath her once had a family.
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