dot your periods.

A thousand thoughts race across my mind, but not one  published.

I THINK; we’velostit.

I feel sick. And I feel asthmatic.

Iam.

I once opened a box filled with vaseline and other lubricants.

Tu mi amor? Mmm. I don’t have one. Butchomylo. Buk-choi.

They say Asians are Chinese or Hmong depending on what hemisphere of the globe your at, but we all know better. I know better, you know better. But its them who can’t tell the difference. They don’t think its important and maybe it isn’t, but it matters a whole lot. It makes a whole lot of a difference, but it saddens me to find you so pathetically incorrect. Ignorant. Selfishly unselfishly.

And what saddens me even more is that you won’t even try. [because half trying is another story]

Your tests. Your mistakes. The unknown. Wow. Looks aren’t everything. I could say your Irish and you could be Norwegian for all I care.

You say TAMATO, I say POTATO.

We’re all wrong and right, but you refuse to  ingest than digest this. You refuse and that makes me angry. Who cares if you dominate most of the population of the school? Of this community.

That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t open your eyes to realize. Who cares about your fucking exaggeration of this pathetic excuse called an educational facility?

First start asking. Thats the first step, the rest is all yours. Some things matter more than others and your obsessive rants of gettings herpes in the backroom is getting quite tiring. Your nice, but in a way where I’ll never really come to care for.

I’m nice in the way where I come off as a snob. I’ll open doors and listen to words. Thats how nice I am. This niceness can only stretch so far. My entries can only reach such lengths, that even if I wrote useless ramblings of my days, even if it won’t give back the time I wasted. That I just stopped caring.

I’ll make things when I want to. I’ll do things on my own time. I’ll figure it out sooner, but you?

I wonder if you’ll ever remember…

That I’m not you. I’m me. I’m not Caucasion or whatever it is the fuck you people call yourselves sense you’re all mixed with some European Origin. AT least I realize even a bit hyprictical and racist. Isn’t everyone? To an extent at least?

Get this. My inside wants out and my outside wants in. Maybe I’m a disgrace to all that we know to what makes me who I am, but that doesn’t tear apart the fact that most of me is Cambodian, apart of Asia- therefore making me Asian.

No matter if you don’t or do speak, understand or don’t understand your still what you are and you shouldn’t be discouraged by the fact you can’t do one of those things or both.

So, before you start to open your mouth and say that all asians are Chinese. Or if all Asians are hmong, rephrase your sentence, before I sock you in the mouth and sick a transvestite on your ass. I hope she gives you crabs.

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She’s so sexy when she can’t remember last night. Oh really?.. Hmm.

I think so too, i really do.

And its even more sexy when she hits rock bottom.

cut.dash.slash.

That woman fetus eater person was found in another movie, i think it was called, “Drink, Drank, Drunk.”

Good luck.