BITE ME.

FUCK WHITNEY HOUSTON, DRUGGIE BITCH.

Why would you even take the time out of your day to post a rant about how much she deserved to die because she was addicted to drugs? Shit is pathetic. Nobody deserves to die (unless they wear morph suits out in public because they are wacky). She’s got a kid and although that obviously gives merit to the “but why didn’t she give up the drugs if she had such a responsibility” argument, things just aren’t that simple.

When i was 12 i got a knock on the door after school and i answered it to be greeted by two uniformed police officers asking if my mum was home. She wasn’t and they said they’d come back later. Later that evening they returned and we were told about how my father had accidentally fatally overdosed on a mixture of heroin, speed and a few other drugs i believe, and been left in a supply cupboard by his “friends” for his body to be found a week later by the janitor of the estate. 

I am not angry with my dad for not being able to beat his addiction, i understand that people are only human but it left me with a gaping hole in my life. Having lost my mother a few years later i think i have a pretty good idea of what her daughter is going through and to see people who have no idea what the fuck they’re talking about celebrating the demise of somebody because they couldn’t overcome their vice is disgusting. Would you celebrate my dads death because he was a drug addict? I don’t think so. But because this woman is in the public eye you think it’s ok to say things like that? No.

I will not end this post by wishing the same fate on the people who are posting these crap status’ but i do hope you realise the error of your ways and take a minute to think about the reality of what someone is going through, not just sit there being fucking ignorant in the hopes of getting a few likes on Facebook.

Dickheads.

I WISH

99% of the people i see out and about on a regular basis would just evaporate. You’re all crap. 

My name is Juliet and i like Robert and my fishes!

My name is Morag and i would like to suggest this to yours and Jacobs parents:

http://www.mariestopes.org.uk/

“finding myself”

So i am planning on going travelling around the world this summer. Starting in Beijing, down the Bangkok, over to Australia, Australia to LA, LA to Mexico, back up to California, then all over the states until finishing up in New York and heading home.

I am extremely concerned about my trip for one reason alone; I hate backpackers.

Obviously as much of a baller as i am i won’t be able to afford to stay in hotels for 7 months straight so i’m going to have to stay in hostels which for the most part don’t have private single rooms. If i wake up and somebody has dreadlocked my hair during the night i am going to be fucking FURIOUS. Lauren reckons she’s going to meet me in LA and i’ll be wearing a skirt made out of leaves and be a total hunt (hippie cunt).

One of the places i was looking at was an “artists space where guests can feel free to express themselves through dance, song, sculpture or however else they like to let go”. Shut the front door. I cannot even begin to imagine enjoying hanging out with those kinds of people. I don’t care that i’m generalising, all travellers are cunts (except for me because i am great). If somebody suggests an acoustic guitar jam session i will probably be locked up in a Thai prison until the end of my natural life for murder but it would be worth it. 

I’ll probably just pretend to be deaf for most of it.

Fuck sake.

: The Tattoo Game.