| haa, oh man. it's been a really long time.. i forgot xanga existed. i'm happier now, sorry about the last entry. actually..no, YOU shut up. ohh, my eye hurts. i think there's something living in it. uhh.. hopefully i'll be getting a job at west coast auto center soon. you can see me in action. it'll be fun. we'll have parties. |
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| i need to do something. i feel completly useless, and no one ever calls me anymore. no one writes, or calls the hospital to see if im there having my tonsils removed. i need to do something that effects someone elses life. i don't want a job to make money. that's all i ever look for. i want a job thats going to help someone. what good am i if im working in a deli? or if i work at kmart? what am i doing? im just living. because the truth is if i weren't here it wouldn't effect anyones lifes. im a burden, and i need it to change. |
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| i smell like cat pee, and im allergic to hair dye. |
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| heatha: uncut or the impossible abyss.
nights like these always start with twister in the laundrymat
and somewhere in the middle, there's me, drunk, with a towel on my head. im so pretty.
and then i grow an amazing amount of chest hair. some call it a super power. and then i agree.
and then we realize that there WAS a sock missing, so i then go on a mission INTO the dryer to retrieve the missing sock. i kick some major ass with the help of my male counter parts, and fantastic co stars tom cruise, and sean connery.
FIN
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| bad idea # 329: energy drinks + vivirin + 2 days no sleep and eating two times = walking home through the projects at 4 in the morning. |
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