I make the money, beeches. And don't you forget that.
"You're more punk, hardcore, mod, straight edge, emo, indy than me. Your hair is cooler, your pants are tighter, you have more tattooes. You have cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt. You own more black clothes than me. I don't even own a trucker cap or denim jacket. Your glasses are thicker & blacker than mine, the plugs in your ears are bigger. You know more people in bands and your black jelly bracelets are the envy of scenesters everywhere. Your photography is blacker & whiter, your make-out-club profile is wittier, and you have much better soul records. Your tie is whiter, or redder, or blacker. Your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. Because, as we all know, that's what really matters. In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts, you win & I lose."
^^^I found this somewhere and thought it was brilliant. I don't know who wrote it though.
Hey bitches. I be pourin' that pimp juice allll night long. But really. I own an actual pimp hat that my grandpa gave me and a pimp cane. You can't mess with that. But anyways. The name's Kelli and you should make a note to remember it. You'll be screaming it later. Or if you prefer, you can call me one of my many, many nicknames. Hell, I'll even answer to fag. I made a FAG shirt. Electrical tape can be pretty amazing. I like making shirts sweet by using safety pins and duct/electic tape. One day, I'll have a t-shirt company and put awesome sayings on my shirts. I'm going to be cooler and richer than all of you. I like piercings. I like gauged ones even more. My first holes on my ears can fit a straw through them. You should drink through my ear holes. You know that would be hawt. My eyebrow piercing is pretty sweet and fairly new. My other 2nd and 3rd holes are recently gauged to a 14g and 16g. This is only the start. I probably wear too much eyeliner. Naaaww. Thift stores are pretty much my god. That, and music. I can be such a slave to so many things. Speaking of that, I keep Albino Children Slaves in my closet. They don't wear clothes and eat cat meat. Oh, and the only meat I eat is chicken. I'm an absolute sucker for anything romantic. I hate staying at home. I want to be out and about doing things. With my friends, mostly. I can be dramatic at times. I can be mad as fuck and not willing to take anything from anyone anymore. Or I can be too sad too give a care about anything. And sometimes, I can be happy and giddy and on top of Cloud 9. Or a mix of this and more. I am a very complicated person. My boyfriend probably thinks I'm seriously crazy. But he still hangs around and goes for spontanious Dunkin' Donuts trips with me on random Wednesdays. But honestly, I can be really crazy. At times, I want to scream like a disorderly drunk and break things like there's no tomorrow. I'm a caffiene and energy drink whore. Mountain Dew could cure AIDS if we gave it a chance. Red Bull and Monster could replace my lungs. I tend to be an independent person, but I can depend on others. I want to be my own person, but I don't want to be alone. That's understandable. I like to ramble on and on and on and ooonnnn. I like back combing my hair and making it a big mess. There's something hawt about being trashy. I'll add to this endless rambling later. Love ya, fools.