Piano stairs.

      Exceptions! You know what-or shall I say whom- I personally loathe? Those people who make exceptions. Honestly, please, if you're going to do that, just say, "You're my favorite!" and be done with it. Seriously.

     I honestly can't decide my opinion on making decisions. I feel like decisions help make the world run smoothly. The only thing that I think is wrong with decisions is being on the wrong end of 'em. All is well for the winning side, while the loser gets lost in the dust. Anyway, enough self pity for one post. Let's move on to the things all (ten) of you actually want to hear about.

     Codependency is probably the most fucked up thing I've ever witnessed in all of my short existence. Well, one of the things anyway. Does anyone realize how incredibly unhealthy it is? I do.

"There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend" <--- Half of my friends? Yeah crossing that line.

-Miss Von Husen 

    

    

     

Romeo, Romeo, wherfore art thou, Romeo?

"Did my heart love 'till now? forswear it sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty until this night."

     As soon as you see that, you know there's going to be trouble.

     You know how women always say, "I can not wait until my Romeo comes along and sweeps me off my feet." Oh, so in retrospect... you're waiting for your death to come, opposed to your "lover".

There's a fine line between romantic and suicidal.

-Miss Von Husen

Late night, double feature.

     Janet! , Dr. Scott!, Janet!, Brad!, Rocky!, Urgggg!

    Times ten. That would in fact be my favorite part of the movie, but it isn't because of one simple four syllable word.

Rep-e-ti-tion. 

    

    Yes ladies and germs, that's the topic of today's blog! Do you know how much I openly despise repetition? I can't even, urg, I just...I'm at a loss for words. 

    The only time I ever want to throw a book across the room is when it constantly repeats. Example below:

    " I have to constantlykeep up my facade of perfection..." 

    ( A paragraph later...)  "... If someone were to find out my perfect lifestyle is fake then I would..."

    See what I mean? I know what you're thinking, "If it's so bad why'd you read it in the first place?" Well, needless to say, I judged a book by it's cover, and well... you know the rest.

-Miss Von Husen

    

You, WHAT?!

     I think that I quote, because there are people out there who can say it a lot better than I ever could.

     I've been told before that I'm pretty kick-ass writer, but there are, in fact, a lot of people who have and can say a lot of things better than I could ever say it.

     I've been told that I'm socially challenged, awkward, and even shy. I prefer the term "conversationally selective". Maybe I'm all those things for a reason. Maybe... I was created that way so that I'd never make friends and I'd have all the free time to put my emotions into my writing.

     Make the best writers the worst conversationalists. 

- Miss Von Husen 

It's 5:00, where are your children?

    I'm a fly that's trapped in a web and I'm thinking that my spider is dead.

    Imagine this. You're trapped in a web, you're only hope is the spider who trapped you in the first place. It's when you've hit a total rock bottom and you know there's no hope for you so you have delirious visions of you getting out of the situation.

    Answer this question for me: Why would the spider who was initially plotting your downfall want to help you out of the fucked up mess you've gotten yourself into? You've basically started counting on the spider as your only friend because you've lost the feeling of security, there's no one there for you. No one came looking for you... all the friendships were lies, you expected it from the beginning but your judgement was too clouded  by the bliss. Being loved and accepted is one of the most dangerous drugs out there.

    Watch out for the spiders.

-Miss Von Husen

  
  

  

  

Let's kill tonight.

     Show them all you're not the ordinary type.

     Are you really extraordinary? Wait, think about that. Sound this word out.

Extra-Ordinary. 

     How ironic is it that a word that is supposed to mean unique, in all honestly, is saying you're more ordinary than the rest?

    Enough brain power for one blog post, I know it's Saturday, I won't make you think too much, just a little. 

   I thank Panic! at the disco for some of my witty blog posts, they really help a lot. 

-Miss Von Husen

A Streetcar Named Desire.

     Damn you and your goddamned affiliation with them. 

     Other than that, Did you know that when you're in black slacks with accentuating off-white pinstripes, that everything goes according to plan? I should really start wearing that more often. I'd probably be happier, and supposedly slimmer-looking. 

    If I went back to the street where we began, would I feel as good as lovers can? Y'know? Yeah, I know.

   So, if there a little deaths in musical beds, then things will shape up to be pretty odd. Sounds about right.

    I remind you of a few of your famous friends? Aww, how flatteri- wait, it depends on what you qualify as friends?

    You'll give me a smile if I give you my time? Fair deal.

    We'll just sing it for them, because they can't get a hold of it? Okay. I'll fill the position.

   She's steam laughing on the window panes? She's the ever smiling maze of a ballet, what a hot mess.

   Yes, it's still you that makes me sweat, yes you are who I think about in bed, yes, my fingers are shaking.

    Apparently, you have to be of a consenting age to forget me in the cabaret. 

    The memories have gone,  it's a damn shame that that was all he knew.

    They only put bad glue on get well cards. How fucking ironic.

    Sarah smiles like she doesn't care.

- Miss Von Husen

Bliss.

     This is probably the most happy, least cynical blog post you'll ever read...at least one I  WROTE.

    I'm blissful at the moment. In a state of total bliss. AMAZING. Anyway, My brother's funny.

    My brother walks in my room smiling and looks around, he then kicks over a chair then looks up at me and smiles in a drunken fashion and says "I drank alcohol!" The he bumped his head into the TV and went over to the lamp resting on a side table and also utilized his head to knock that over. He then went into the bathroom and began retching. When he came out  of the bathroom he stated: " hehehehe. Sorry, I threw up." Then walked up stairs, or shall I say was escorted by my father.

     Man, I love my family.

-Von Bitch

This Bitter Pill.

    There's a perpetual lump in my throat that formed like a big annoying zit on the face-skin of my life.

  You know that feeling you have...right before you cry? you know, that, "ouch, my throat realllllly hurts so now, I only want to cry even moreeeeee, wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."  Yeah, well MY experience goes a little something like this:

     " What the hell is this? somesort of freaking tumor in my throat? Why won't it leave? Why me?"

  I've recently found myself in a continual state of unhealthy amounts of self-pity, cynisism, confusion, anger, and bitchiness. Oh, and the adjectives I use to describe myself.

This sweater.

     I hate fakes.

    So. Much.

 -MissVonHusen

You.

    You. I am so angry at you right now I can barely contain it. I want to throw things and I want you to understand how much hurt you cause me. I want you to stop saying you're my friend only when no one else is there for you, then as soon as things go your way it's: "Thanks a lot and out with the garbage."

    I. I am so stupid for falling for your bullshit, caring routine. I should have known better than that by now, I shouldn't have given you another chance. Now? I'm done.

    Us. There is no us. 

-MissVonHusen

Profanity.

    Personally, I love swearing. It's one of the most positive ways for my to express my emotions- safely.

    I don't swear in front of people I want to make a good impression on. I don't want them to think I have a questionable backround. I don't want them tothink I was raised improperly. I certainly was not.

    I do, in fact, swear in front of people I am comfortable with. I only do that because  They know who I am and they accept me for who I am. I'm able to express my emotions fluently, profanities in all, and they won't say anything, because, they're always there and ready to listen, no matter how lewd or crude my language may be.

    That's all folks.

-MissVonHusen

Holden Caulfield.

     There's a boy who fogs his mind and now he's getting  lazy
there's no motivation and frustration make him crazy
He makes a plan to take a  stand but always  ends up sitting.
Someone help him up or he is gonna end up quitting.

    Who Wrote Holden Caulfield, ^^^^  I love that song, I just do, So this boy who's "fogging his mind" is the object of my affections, so, i've decided to call him Holden Caulfield instead of by his real name in a what I thought was witty burst of so-called creativity. My mistake. Oh, well, I should probably change this blog name from "Sarcasm, at its finest" to "Cynisism and Self Pity at its finest" That's how I see it.

    I'm so annoying. I vowed never to do this. Fuck.

-MissVonFuckingHusen