Of Being Contrary to Popular Belief

Contrary to popular belief, I don't mind getting up in the morning as long as I've had good sleep. Which is hard to come by these days.

Heck, yesterday I was so tired, but at eight twenty in the morning, I just couldn't get enough of being outside so early, in the quiet, and just... enjoying it.

Until my ex boyfriend came by in his car and called out my name. Note that I was in Friday's clothes, and had Friday's hair (when I get my mom to braid my hair, and it stays in semi-tameness, I like to keep it in as long as I can as I love braids). Figures. Oh, and he's still an ass. A cute ass, but nevertheless...

I also enjoy, at times, reading happy stories. You know, those light ones with a happy ending. I'm not totally cold hearted. I just tend to lean towards the tragic and the gothic.

Oh, and one last thing. Contrary to popular belief, I really am not that much of a "bitch." You get what you give from me, it's something that runs in my family. Tones are a big thing, too. And, as the song goes, if you mess with me, I'll mess you up.