Here Goes Nothing

monday, february XXX, 2008
current mood: pretty damn good
current music: simple plan is on repeat, baby!
quote of the day: i was no petty thief, i wanted the world or nothing. - charles bukowski



hello, hello, from the mind of daisy. is that my real name? of course not. i like to be anonymous. why would i divulge my name to people i don't even know? don't be mistaken, kids, because daisy-like i am not. sure, i'm generically happy and very hyper, and i smile a lot. but pretty and fresh and just happy all the time? no. i like black and loud rock, i live to rebel and piss of anyone who notices, and i love to write. that last part, the writing part? that's the point of this blog. so people who don't know me and therefore, won't judge me or my writing can get a sense of something other than the pop-rip off fluff most people post as blogs.




her bedroom was as cluttered as can be expected from any fifteen year old.
her keyboard stood at the foot of the bed, tall and proud.
her bookshelves overflowed, and her ipod blared atreyu.
her life was as entertaining and generically fucked up as ever.
her mom was a secret alcoholic.
her dad was a pushover.
her brother was bipolar.
her name? they rarely cared about her name. for simplicity's sake, we'll call her jane.

her story? that's what i'm here to tell you.