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August 17th, 2009

01:43 am I'm out dis bitch. Current Music: Dodos

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June 26th, 2009

08:43 pm Shit.

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February 5th, 2009

02:21 pm I have no complaints. Current Music: Red Squirrel_ Sun Rises-Fleet Foxes

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January 19th, 2009

05:42 pm - Not as much phlegm. Here is a list of a few of my many pet peeves: 1. Phonies. They are everywhere just being straight-up phony. 2. 30 year old women. For some reason at that age women just think that they have reached the highest level of maturity and they have all this lived experience and all the answers. They get this bitch attitude and then get together with other 30 year old women for some bitch and gossip. 3. Victims. I realize that I tend to be a pretty hateful person, and you know it's not at all a positive quality to have but regardless it’s embedded deeply into my DNA. I also know that I personally am full of many fatal flaws but I am trying to work on them. I guess I just feel like lately I look around at my surroundings and see people who are not at all concerned with bettering themselves or finding out their purpose in this world. It's like people just live to hear who is blowing who and to buy more earrings and talk about hotties. And I guess a little blow conversation is good for the soul, and earrings and hotties just go hand in hand, but where does that leave the real stuff? It's like I feel like I spend a lot of time just sitting around thinking about life and what it boils down to and none of those things mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Which is like duh and super cheesy but in reality it's not a popular lifestyle and one that very few live. I don't really know what to expect at all out of my life, for some reason I have this feeling that it's not going to last that much longer, and I don't mean that in any morbid suicidal way I just feel like these are the end times or something. I feel that I'm never going to have a husband or children or a career or an accountant, and maybe that's the way everyone feels at some point but I don't know the future just seems so incredibly blurry and never in my life have I ever been so uncertain. I know what I want; I just don't really see it ever happening. Like I know I want to love my job, I know I do not want to work at the Gap or anywhere where I have to be fake. I know I don't want to work in an office (unless of course it is The Office) and I know I don't have any interest in math or science so that's out of the question. I guess I just want to be able to be creative. I want to be able to be real and not have to play a role in any sort of bullshit for 30 grand a year. As far as money goes I don't want copious amounts I just want to be comfortable and not live the American way up to my ears in debt. I want to live in like a cottage in some state up north that is small but close enough to a city so that when I feel like being adventurous I can go out. As far as a husband I just don't want to settle. I want someone who is witty and creative and kind and sincere. And I never want to lose my best friends. I think that it is rare to have friendships like the ones I have and I never ever want to give that up. No matter where we are taken I always want to have them in my life. As long as I have them and my family I guess I really will be fine, but I'm ultimately looking for honest to God happiness. Oh and I'll need a cat. Why the hell I just wrote all this is really beyond me and I feel like a real D-bag for typing this on LiveJournal but I guess I just needed to get it off my mind. This really all stemmed from seeing a commercial for Bromance. Current Mood: nervous Current Music: Whiskey and Wine- Matt Costa

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January 15th, 2009

10:28 am - Phlegm. My name is Krista Leath and I wasted the last 20 years of my life... Current Mood: restless Current Music: Window-Manchester Orchestra

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November 18th, 2008

01:34 am - 'Cause I'm an OXYmoron breathing OXYgen.' 1. What's your favorite book? Where the Sidewalk Ends. 2. What was the greatest moment of your life? Seeing Adam. 3. What' your biggest regret? All I can say is that it involved shears, ears, tears, and peers. 4. What is your greatest achievement? Not being voted worst driver by my senior class. 5. 3 Words that best describe you? pale, sweaty, annoying. 6. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Somewhere with mountains and like a creek. 7. Favorite band? I would have to go with Brand New. 8. Favorite movie? Garden State. 9. Favorite Quote? "I totally think that porno is my destiny." 10. What do you is the most attractive feature in the opposite sex? pecs. 11. What's your favorite quality about yourself? Great pair of ears. 12. What's your dream job? Florida Lotto Girl. 13. What's the name of someone you have a crush on? Roy... 14. What's the name of the person you hate the most? Taylor/Michael/Kate O'neil 15. What do you want the most right now? Fried Chicken. 16. If you had one wish what would it be? Corie. 17. What do you want to name your kids? Scally-wag for girl, Scum-bag for boy. 18. What's the most ridiculous thing you have ever done? Smoked with Rascal. 19. Who would you love to meet? Ellen Degeneres. 20. What's you hardest class? Life Science Lab. 21. What's your favorite class? Philosophy. 22. What do you hate most about your life? I'm such a bore. 23. What do you hate the most about yourself? I'm a damn fool. 24. How do you think the world will end? Energy Drinks. 25. Do you believe in Evolution? Yes. 26. Do you believe in magic? No. 27. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. 29. Do you believe that life is all chance? No. 30. What's the most violent thing you have ever done? Punched a playa. 31. What's your favorite TV show? The Office. 32. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes... hell yes. 33. Do you believe in fate? Yes. Current Mood: confused Current Music: Outkast.

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November 7th, 2008

01:02 am - "False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil." If one more person comes up to me and says, "Obama is a terrorist who hates America, white people, guns, and babies." I will explode. I could not be more happy with the outcome of the election. I'm so exited to be an American right now, I just can't wait until January 20th. Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Degausser-Brand New

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October 5th, 2008

05:23 pm - F. I would like to jump into a creek. I am so sick of sitting on my bed, it sucks ass. I feel like all I ever do is watch what not to wear, this has made me think that I want a new look. I wish that all of these zits would get the f off my face. I'm soo bored right now. I would like to become a classy woman. I'm full of toxins. Help me rhonda. This is just me typing to type. I'm just typing every thought going on through my head. La de da that was what I was just thinking, but not feeling. I'm pretty bummed out and I feel like I am never going to change. I do not want to go to school tomorrow. I wonder if I have Showtime my remote doesn't work anyways. I need to jog my ass is heavy. I hope it rains all damn week long. My computer has this tendency to do wild things, I have the tendency not to. Take me away take me far away from here.- fefe ???? I'm bored and I'm tired and it's 8. I'm fungry. I bought some of those crinkle cut microwave french fries. They are good. Corie taught me that. I love Corie, shes such a great person no lie. I want an apartment and a dog and a dog house and a cheeseburger and adam and sex... p.s. I am still removing the crust around my eyes from this morning. p.p.s. corie and johnny 4ever! grossly yours, krissy. Current Mood: hot Current Music: jack johnson-sexi plexi

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August 27th, 2008

08:33 pm - "How do you define a friendship?"-Professor Fraser/Eddie Blecker I really can't wait to take a ride in a blimp. Or for this year to end. Thank God it's fatal... -Krista. Current Mood: lonely Current Music: heretics-andrew bird

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June 15th, 2008

09:50 pm - I knew more when I was 10 then I could ever know now. I am ready to run. I am ready for shaved ice. I am ready for the summers I used to spend in the woods. I am ready to swim for 8 hours of my day. I am ready to sweat. I am ready to drink ice water and feel pure. I am ready to go to a spring and snorkel. God I am ready to snorkel. I am ready to camp out on 71st Street. I am ready to not do the same thing everyday. I am ready to get the heck out of Dodge for a couple days. I am ready for change. Current Mood: discontent Current Music: I will possess your heart-Death Cab

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April 30th, 2008

02:39 pm - They're all about the same. Listen generation suck, with the amount of time and energy you put in taking pictures of your indie life, you are really just wasting it all for the sake of irony. You may have the biggest sunglasses on your block, but you're still just like every other son of a bitch on this planet. Cause lets just face it you really hate that music you're pretending to like, and your main goal in life is impressing the internet. The word unique no longer exists. Everybody is like everybody else...gay. Current Mood: cynical Current Music: Drunk kid Catholic-Conor

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April 20th, 2008

10:11 pm - broken hearts hurt but they make your strong. Tonight is the night, I can feel it. Tonight is the night that a boy, no, no, no, a man, a man resembling Joshua Jackson is going to climb through my window and save me from myself. Man I can't wait for the embrace. Current Mood: anxious Current Music: France- Kimya Dawson

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March 13th, 2008

10:52 pm - i just ate sand. I'm a slightly darker shade of pale tonight. Burger King loved me in all the right places. Fitting into a bathing suit is going to be a problem this year. The Real Housewives of New York were better off before they married for the money. The online code for Gap Sunkissed Khaki pants is D6KM9H76TH6. My mothers e-mail address password is rascal1... after my cat... rascal the first. I just love water. Conor Oberst is crazy. But he is also a genius. They go hand-in-hand. It's 11:11 I will not be making a wish. I don't understand father daughter relationships, especially when they shop together every single night. I wouldn't even call it shopping it's more like flirting. My eyes can no longer stay open. Current Mood: uncomfortable Current Music: saint john-cold war kids

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February 28th, 2008

06:23 pm Corie and Laura are not home. They are the masters in the kitchen. Something inside me however had to have some chocolate chips today. This of course meaning I would have to cook myself. Originally I planed on some chocolate chip cookies, but due to a lack of butter I was forced to settle for second best: pancakes. But you see Gilmore Girls was on, and I got a little distracted. It totally slipped my mind that sugar was a much need ingredient. The rebel inside me began to sing. I figured F sugar I'm sure the chocolate chips will add all the sweetness needed. I my friends was nothing less then syked to eat my freshly griddle-d chocolate chips pancakes. I got my plate, got my cup of milk, put on a smile, and dug my fork in. Well, thank you Mr. Goddamn nonstick crystal plate. Thanks to you my fancy friend I dropped my pancakes... I dropped them all over the floor. Although the plopping noise they made upon hitting the ground was one that should be repeated, I was fungry. After cursing at my bathroom mirror for a good 3 minutes I did it. I just went back to the kitchen and ate them right off the floor. I am the queen of gross. If this is any sort of foreshadowing of my life to come 5 years from now, all I know is that no matter how many chocolate chips are in my batter, pancakes just aren't pancakes without sugar... P.S. my cat got his paws all up in my oil paint and walked all over the carpet. If this is any sort of foreshadowing of my life to come in 5 years, well sweet! Current Mood: rejected Current Music: Fluorescent Adolescent-Artic Monkeys

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February 22nd, 2008

01:51 pm - Rosa Parks didn't call shot gun. Today was hot. I woke up hot. I got into my car hot. I drove to the bank hot. Then I ate a personal pan pizza. It was hot. Today was disappointing. I was crossing my fingers that the hot dog stand would be up and running at Lowes... nope. I was crossing my fingers that oil paint would only cost 75 cents... nope. I was crossing my fingers that Gap would call and I wouldn't have to work... nope. I was crossing my fingers there would be a Bad Girls Club marathon on... nope. I happen to be having a great day despite my previous bitchin' "How could this be?" you ask... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtkDpYlySRM&feature=related End of story. Current Mood: crazy Current Music: 3.14 apple pie-Bo Burnham

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February 14th, 2008

04:45 pm - Lets just keep touching. Some people are born to love. Others are born to mock them. Well me... I want a lover I don't have to love. Current Mood: cold Current Music: bright eyes

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February 6th, 2008

05:32 pm I started sending you a note oh how I hope that you're happy... 2008 is not kicking off well.

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January 25th, 2008

10:30 am - True Statement. Its been one week since you looked at me Cocked your head to the side and said Im angry. Five days since you laughed at me Saying get that together come back and see me. Three days since the living room I realized its all my fault, but couldnt tell you Yesterday youd forgiven me But itll still be two days till I say Im sorry Hold it now and watch the hoodwink As I make you stop, think Youll think youre looking at aquaman I summon fish to the dish, although I like the chalet swiss I like the sushi cause its never touched a frying pan Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes Big like leann rimes Because Im all about value Bert kaempferts got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to hold me but I bust through Gonna make a break and take a fake Id like a stinkin achin shake I like vanilla, its the finest of the flavours Gotta see the show, cause then youll know The vertigo is gonna grow Cause its so dangerous, youll have to sign a waiver How can I help it if I think youre funny when youre mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad Im the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Cant understand what I mean? Well, you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of taking off my shirt Its been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said youre crazy Five days since you tackled me Ive still got the rug burns on both my knees Its been three days since the afternoon You realized its not my fault not a moment too soon Yesterday youd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait till you say youre sorry Chickity china the chinese chicken You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin Watchin x-files with no lights on, were dans la maison I hope the smoking mans in this one Like harrison ford Im getting frantic Like sting Im tantric Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like kurasawa I make mad films Okay I dont make films But if I did theyd have a samurai Gonna get a set of better clubs Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my Irons arent always flying off the back-swing Gotta get in tune with sailor moon Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes That make me think the wrong thing How can I help it if I think youre funny when youre mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad Im the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Cant understand what I mean? you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of losing my shirt Its been one week since you looked at me Dropped your arms to your sides and said Im sorry Five days since I laughed at you And said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do Three days since the living room We realized were both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me Cause itll still be two days till we say were sorry Itll still be two days till we say were sorry Itll still be two days till we say were sorry Birchmount stadium, home of the robbie Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: My Stomach

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January 17th, 2008

05:26 pm - Welcome to the S.H. BITCH! Strap on a rubber boys and girls cause chlamydia is gonna getcha. Yes, yes it seems as though painful urination is something most young boys are bonding over. Planned parenthood is getting bigger waiting rooms, and abortion protesters are dusting off their signs. All of this commotion has to originate from something. Some think "it's gotta to be the water" Others argue that is has to be the number of daily vegetable servings we intake,but I know the answer. I can tell you what has thongs everywhere thrown roughly onto lamp shades. It's not Carson Daily, and it sure ain't Anna Nichole...God rest her soul. It’s something that is in no way shape or form delicious; no, no my friends, it’s Fergalicious -English paper, 12th grade. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Judge Judy

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January 9th, 2008

11:38 pm - The facts of life. I hate birthdays. Every year it's the same thing. Woo be doo man, woo be doo. I don't really even understand the concept. Like for real, I am really sitting here eating a peice of butter cream birthday cake in celebration of successfully making it out of my mothers vagina? You are giving me a bicycle because nineteen years ago on this day I was covered in placenta crying naked? Makes me kinda want to rethink the butter cream... The movies always make it seem so great too. Like I'll just wake up in the morning and my parents will make me breakfast in bed, someones been hired to brush my teeth, I go out on a shopping spree, and get my nails done only to come home to a dark "empty" house where 150 of my dearest friends jump from the study and scream "surprise!" Then I get a brand new silver lexus, a horse named Ginger and at the end of the night Johnny Depp kisses me passionatly and we begin a long term relationship. Well, I ate the last of my brownie bites this morning and my plastic birthday girl crown broke last year... it's 12:03 happy birthday to me. I didn't mean for that to rhyme. xoxo, bitter magee. Current Mood: nauseated Current Music: safe mode

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