i take three L's to the head: Love Live Life then Im dead.

fuck stay true. does anything matter anymore when words are exchanged ? People are pathetic. The ultimate revenge is ego. People love my sway. I know ive got good looks, Im not gunna be one of the girls who are like omg ew i dont think im pretty. Thats for people who have no confidence, or people who really are ugly lol. My twisted views on society and image are the product of any teenage girl these days. Who dosent have a warped sense of beauty? When its normally to put extensions in your hair on a daily basis and its normal to go to the plastic surgeon on your lunch break for a instant facelift, whos to say whats truly beautiful anymore. All the beauty in this world, has some form og ugliness behind it. For example, a girl who tries to be beautiful, perfect like myself, isnt doing it to help humanity, shes doing it for herself, which the underlying theme is vanity. People want to look their favorite celebrities, but they come out looking like barbiedolls.

pretty dirty

eat.pray.love. soy lattes on ice and mac makeup. read the bible like a gossip magazine. I just got the sidekick ID back to tmobile which I swore to never go to again. official tour plans from now until october include bamboozle, warped tour, and ozzfest. the last time I was at warped I got heatstroke and a fractured wrist. I remember it was one of the best days of my life cause it felt like I found a place where I belonged.

single malt rhapsody.

i met a boy back in october 2006 who returned me to salvation. i was on a path to self destruction- covering up my scars with pounds of makeup and teasing my hair out to hide my horns or halo. Drinking away my problems was what i was living for, because at the bottom of the bottle, there was no place left to hide, but now my boyfriend's arms are my single malt warmth, he fills me up with love. he will always be apart of my soul, no matter where our life paths take us. hes my partner in faith and love.

live la bella vita

barbe vance xoxo

sex drugs and prayer

Im not a lush, im alive.

lord knows i cant change so i pick up my pieces and dance. i may not be whole, but through prayer ganja and chanel i am a goddess in a barbiedoll body.

im in love with the mentality of 80's heavy metal and early punk. The true rock n roll saints Nikki Sixx- sid vicious. those guys were assholes but they didnt give a fuckkk. just did hard drugs, fucked dirty bitches, and played badass Rock N Roll. isnt that what music is supposed to be about in the first place?

i expect you to bow down at the altar of my ego

give me words that equate to diamonds and cherry blossoms

i want to stand out in the coldest winter in my bare skin and be able to tilt my head back and laugh genuine laughter.

in this life you need three things- love. laughter.and music.

to detox- fresh strawberries. my MIA cd and incense. i write and write and write

cold showers are more refreshing in the winter when a loved when leaves your towel on the radiator for you.

ask yourself- where is my mind?

if you cant answer- your in the perfect position of enlightenment.

live la bella vita

xoxo

like water.

the first thing i get enthusiastic about the day is the feeling of the cold sheets and the smell of dreams on the satin. im known as the meditative barbie like waif who says fuck alot, dates a guy who is covered in ink and piercings, drinks soy milk lattes on ice for every meal, and writes crazy shit. ive battled anorexia, being a little cunt, and losing my grip on reality. in this life, their are few people who leave a mark on the world. I dont just want to leave a mark, i want to leave bruises and scars.

an introduction is so cliche, so ive opted to skip it. im used to insults and injuries. I've pretty much perfected vanity.

raw.beautiful and filthy. i describe myself in hypocritical terms. i have barbiedoll hair and fake pornstar nails. my eyes are confusing and my touch is often cold.

I cant make people understand me and thats not really my intention. I encourage meditative prayer and soy milk lattes. i wear labels, i carry around juicy couture bags and MAC makeup. If it makes me a sellout then i'll be the best one there is.

i dont give a fuck what anyone calls fake. I like fake things. I see nothing wrong with plastic surgery or hair extensions. Everyone is fake in some way, So why not make the physical fake and keep the soul true?

live la bella vita

barbie vance xxx