My Screaming Thoughts

oh DUCKFACE.

2011-03-16T21:20:00.000-07:00

I've met quite a few girls who have mastered this face. This means, about ... hmm ... 1.43947 % of the girls that use this "method" of attraction actually somehow work it. The rest? They need to lower their shirts to reveal their cleavage at a level that you KNOW they tried super duper hard to get your attention. I've done it, I'll admit. Correct me if I'm wrong but these days, somehow, we all use the duckface. We fucking do it, ok? We do. Shut up. We do, don't chu lie ;)

Hoarders.

2011-03-16T21:02:00.000-07:00

I have the understanding that this show reveals people with some sort of a sickness. I know. I know. But I always question how the fuck you can't bring yourself to wash that dish? To let your dog out to urinate? Fuck sakes, people! The only problem in my mind that you're suffering from, is borderline laziness.
Don't judge, here. This is my head. This is what goes through my mind when I watch this show. I usually end up like "yeah yeah yeah ... they solved the problem in the end. But they still piss me off."
There are RATS crawling in your kitchen. near your food! I love rats. They're cute and cuddly when from the pet store. But when ones the size of my ass (quite large, in fact) are crittering about because you allow them, you're a scary individual. And I don't wanna visit you.

Oh hello

2011-03-16T20:55:00.000-07:00

My name is Veronica. Call me Ronnie.
Allow me to make an introduction. I am 19. I have this large confusion about men that I just can't understand. I read a lot of books. There ain't nothin' quite like the country genre. I cuss. My mind is usually somewhere else, thinking, wondering, imagining something different. Something that I want, I suppose. Well, this blog is just as the title says; this blog is my screaming thoughts bursting out. I need an escape. So here it is.
I'm Ronnie,
And welcome to my fucking world.