Dear Mountain Dew.

This blog will be more personal, so I'm sorry if you've been enjoying the stories but I need to get this off my chest.

Mountain Dew, why must you be so good to me? I've been drinking you since I was three years old and I've loved you since I was three years old. But our relationship has gotten out of hand.

I am now addicted to you. When I wake up in the morning, I need you. When I go to sleep at night, I need you. I try to ignore my thirst for you but I would really appreciate it if you would stop being so good to me.

I consider my addiction to be equal to someone being addicted to tobacco or liquor. When I want you, I need you. I don't want Pepsi or Coca-Cola, I need you mountain dew.

You aren't even that amazing. Cherry Pepsi or cherry Coca-Cola is remarkable and revolutionary but you are always the same for me because I hate all your flavors. I only like the original. You look like pee mountain dew. Someone could pee in my mountain dew bottle and I couldn't tell the difference. I know this because my little brother peed in my mountain dew bottle and I couldn't tell!

So I'm sorry mountain dew but I think I'm going to quit you.

Until tomorrow.

Angelina

I’m blonde. I’m skinny. I’m rich. I have big boobs, a big butt, and the best blow job lips. I’m twenty one years old with an entire mansion dedicated to my clothes. I own all the newest clothes but why wouldn’t I? I’m rich! Whenever a trend goes out of style or I get tired of clothes I burn them. My daddy makes all our servants start a huge fire and then I get to throw all the old clothes off my balcony and into the flames. One time I threw an old boyfriend into the flame… allegedly.

My daddy is a billionaire. He was given one million dollars on his eighteenth birthday and told to continue my grandpas legacy. In my opinion he’s done a fine job. My daddy owns thousands of restaurants and car dealerships so the money always is plentiful.

My mom is whore who can go die in a hole and burn! I should throw her in the next fire! I need to tell Maria took take a note of that.

Sometimes I get lonely being so rich. I can’t trust anyone because they all want to use me for my money but honestly I’d use me to if I wasn’t me. But I’m me so that doesn’t matter. I’ve learned that feelings suck, so I’ve decided to have no feelings towards anything but money.

Call me a bitch but whatever. I’m going to go buy a new lamborghini peasants.

People say money can’t buy happiness, too bad they’re right.

Until tomorrow.  

Monica

I’m pregnant. There I said it. I’m not happy about it. I’m only sixteen. I will not get an abortion. Life is life. I will not kill a living thing.

This thing is growing inside me.

This thing is making me puke.

This thing is making me want chinese food.

I hate chinese food.

This thing is making me fat.

This thing has a shitty dad.

This thing has a shitty mom.

At least this thing has good grandparents.

I’m twenty now. There I said it. I’m not happy about it. Aurora is four. I did not get an abortion. Thank god I didn’t. Aurora changed my life.

Aurora is the reason I got my diploma.

Aurora is the reason I’m going to college.

Aurora is the reason I love my body.

I love my stretch marks.

Aurora is the reason I want to be a teacher.

Aurora is the reason her dad became great.

Aurora is the reason I become great.

Aurora is the reason I reconnected with my parents.

Until tomorrow.

Diego

I know I’m good looking man. Actually, I’m good looking on purpose. I spend hours at the gym in order to achieve my ideal body. I don’t work out for anyone but myself. Well, myself and the ladies.

I’m currently a junior at Westwood high school and I can get any girl. I’ve eaten cheerleaders, theater girls, sporty girls, and even a teacher or two. I guess I’m kinda known as a man slut. I know I’m a man slut.

The sad thing is I don’t care. I’ve accepted that I am great in bed. The majority of people don’t flaunt what they’re good at and I think that’s dumb. You don’t make a tall basketball player play on his knees? You don’t make a good swimmer do the dog paddle? Exactly, so why should I deny that I’m great at sex? Why should I deny that I am good looking? Why should I deny that I’m gay?

Oh wait… I do.

I was always taught to suppress my feelings instead of express my feelings. I don’t know how to explain my homosexuality. Instead of embracing it, I choose to be a man slut. Maybe one day I’ll get enough pussy to completely forget my homosexuality… but maybe not.

Until tomorrow.

Christian

I grew up in a small town. Everyone knew everyone. Everyone knew Nancy was addicted to meth. Everyone knew Travis was unfaithful, well everyone but his wife. Everyone knew she was in denial. That poor lady was always crying and cleaning. When she wasn’t cleaning and crying she was at church.

I’ve learned a lot from the people at church. I’ve learned that most religious people are accepting and very open to new ideas. I’ve also learned that some religious people choose to be close minded and only pick and chose Bible verses to believe in. It’s sad to see people let their own ignorance cause them so much stress and panic. I disliked going to church in my town because I didn’t agree with what everyone else did.

The only time I ever missed church was when I was sick. One fateful day I had a cold and was allowed to stay home by my parents. When they left I retrieved my stack of books that my parents banned but didn’t hide very well. I was in the middle of a chapter when I heard a car across the street. Church didn’t end until ten and it was only eight-thirty. Everyone in town was always at church until ten on Sundays, so I let my curiosity get the best of me and peered out my window. Across the street a family was moving into the recently sold house.

The family looked like any other family that lived in that town, except they didn’t. They looked happy. That was the first time I saw a happy family and it changed my life.

I met this family twenty years ago when I was five years old. Lucy and Steve are the accepting parents I never had. They are both so full of love and support. I wish my parents could see how happy I am now but they are no longer apart of my life. They don’t believe in the same things I do, quite frankly it’s their loss.

Lucy and Steve have a son named Derek. Derek and I became best friends. We did everything together. We rode bikes, we went to movies, we played on the same football team in high school, and we moved out of that toxic town. Derek followed his dream and became a plastic surgeon and has worked on many celebrities, too bad they all claim to be surgery free.

Derek didn’t do too bad for himself but I didn’t either. While Derek became a plastic surgeon, I took time to accept myself for who I am. It was a long and difficult process but I am ecstatic to say that on August 17, 2015 I took everything people said against me and shoved it in the trash. I also took Derek’s last name but he took my heart, so I guess he earned it.

Until tomorrow..

Joanna

I had a husband. He had light brown hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. He worked for Thomas Jefferson High School; he loved his students, he loved his co-workers, sometimes I think he loved Debra too much. He taught world history and european history. He could talk about Queen Elizabeth the first for hours at a time. I miss his uninvited history lessons.

I had a seventeen year old daughter. She had my blonde hair and my husbands green eyes. She always seemed very popular among her classmates. I could tell by the way she looked at Vincent that she never really loved him like she said. She loved the thought of his money and who his family was. That poor boy was too naive to realize it. I wish I could have told that boy that he was dating a cold hearted bitch.

I had a three year old son. He had dark brown hair and my brown eyes. I knew one of my kids would get my eyes. I just didn’t count on them getting my father-in-law's hair. He was so curious. He just wanted to figure out the entire world with his little brain. He would ask me why the sky is blue, why grass is green and not blue or red, why did the people on the television have such big butts. I was as honest as I could be, but one day he asked me why mommy and daddy fight so much. I told him because sometimes people think they’re perfect for each other but that isn’t always the case. I could tell he didn’t understand but why did I expect him to at three?

I laid him down for a nap later that day. I also put a bullet in my head.

But I’d rather forget that last part.

Until tomorrow.

Congratulations Sasha Banks.

Congratulations Sasha Banks. You did it! You became the WWE Womens Champion on Monday night RAW. I couldn't be any happier for you.

Sasha, I have been a fan of yours ever since you debuted in NXT. When I learned you had wrestled independent promotions before I immediately scrambled through the Internet to find your matches before NXT. At the time I saw your independent matches,  you hadn't turned heel yet so you weren't really doing much I'm NXT. You had a feud with Audrey Marie and I could tell you weren't happy with your position at the time. When I saw the segment with you and Summer Rae in mirror, I could tell good things were right around the corner.

You soon turned heel when you attacked Paige and allied yourself with Summer Rae forming the BFFs or the Beautiful, Fierce, Females. Soon you and Summer recruited Charlotte and everything was great for a while. Charlotte became the second NXT Women's Champion, Summer Rae wasn't really on NXT because she had been called up to the main roster, and you continued to grow as a wrestler and as a character.

Eventually you got tired of living in Charlotte's shadow and decided to break out. Charlotte, Becky Lynch, Bayley, and you, Sasha Banks had a classic match a NXT Takeover that established you as the next top dog in NXT.

In my opinion, you helped get Becky Lynch over. You helped the fans regonize that she can go with the best. Becky and you had an amazing match followed by amazing matches with Charlotte, Alexa Bliss, and of course Bayley.

You made your main roster debut as NXT Women's Champion and went unpinned and unsubmited on the main roster until July 19th 2016. A mere 5 days later, you and Bayley teamed at Battleground to defeat Charlotte and Dana Brooke in the process earning you a women's championship match the next night on RAW. The day I am writing this you won your first WWE Women's Championship and once again established yourself as the best thing in the WWE.

I'm one hundred percent sure that you will be a great champion. I hope for many more great matches between you and Chatlotte, Dana Brooke, and even the newest RAW womens wrestler Nia Jax. I'm so proud of you Sasha Banks, I wish you the best as the new Womens Champion and I can't wait to see what the future holds for you.

Until tomorrow.

Pixel.

There are millions of pixels on your screen right now. They are consuming you slowly. They have taken over your life: your phone, your tablet, your computer, your video game system, your television. Pixels are the reason you can read this blog right now. Pixels are the reason you can watch YouTube videos, tweet on Twitter, stalk people on Facebook, and answer a booty call from Tinder.

Pixels control everything we see and we’re okay with it.

We are truly the pixelated era.

I hope you continue to invite the pixels into your life.

I hope you allow the pixels to come to this blog.

I hope you read what I have to offer.

Until tomorrow.