This page is dedicated to everything that sucks, which is what I decide. Or if you want you can e-mail me at pinksen@sentex.net or kmpkirsten@hotmail.com and tell me what you think sucks. I'll decide if it really does suck or not.
ex-boyfriends - send me stories of your ex-boyfriend and get an honorable mention. my accident - and the fact my insurence is going up. Once again.. your "yeah, but listen to my..." stories are welcome wierd tasting ice cubes sucky waterpolo refs cigarette smoke trig identites.. aka liquid death burnt bagels and strawberry cream cheese boredom the months of october and november any guy that qualifies as a J.B.M.C. (Steph... where do we sent them?) new girlfriends teenie boppers..the ones that wear glitter on their face and get in my way public transit (which I'll be taking cause I can't afford to drive) any and all history classes bad smells any of my parents cds crappy coffee from Williams christmas shopping being harassed to go, when I don't want to cabbage, chick peas bottle water that comes from the same spring that me tap water comes from my family... when they take their bad moods out on me when my co-op teacher scheadules a class and then doesn't show up
oranges that don't peel very well short-long haircuts slow ass drivers that insit on cutting you off and not signalling school guys that look like hommie-Gs FISH when your parents insist you make your bed how tampons cost so much how zit creams do nothing that nervous feeling you see some one that you either really like or hate bitting your finger nails bad haircuts that tests always get scheaduled for the day that you were planning on skipping (it's like they know or something..) pens that run out while you're writting army pants that are grey white and black the feeling you get when you really have to pee. especially when you're in bed. when you're looking through the laundry basket for a specif item of clothing and you find something the same colout but when you pull it out, it's a pair of your dad's underwear. that annoying itch you get when you're perfectly comfortable and you try to ignore it but you just can't