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If you question my actions, Start with a subtle delay, Take the reaction, Stop rambling, On the same subject... -The Eclectic Collective Got chattabox and chilled with the lover last night. Spent entirely too much money... I'm kinda screwed. Meh, whatev, I shall deal with the consequences. Work is the lame, but what else is new? Until I dye my hair back to it's natural color, I can't become a waitress like I want to. I've been walking every night this week, and I haven't lost a pound. Drinking water eating lean cuisine, and getting a bit fed up. Leftovers. Adios Nachos. :: +Remember when... :: Tell a Friend :: 1 smile :: Make My Day
Thank god I have d-rugs to sell to the fiends. Scripts are lalalalame. If I'm melting brain matter, I'm doin' it with the KRAZY shit. I'm hungry. Lazy. Lonely. I've been an emotastik basket case lately. I'm happy go lucky, and then I'm breaking down. I'm told it's normal... yuh, okay. Tonight is Goldie tho. And I only have to work 3 hours today. And I get to play with Kelly and Gemz and Data! And dance the night a-fuckin-way. Frolic, spin, stomp, sing. JOYGASM! I need to wash my Ufos (oooooooooooofos!) Shower, get dressed, clean my room. Make a few more pieces of kandi, and Data his first piece of jungle. Get ready for work. Do madd shit at work. Drink monster, get pumped! Smoke Kibba! ahhhhhhhhh! Today rocks. LALALA Fuck the world. I sent in my college apps. Cross your fingers for me. I'm scared as shit. I wanna be a fabulous interior designer. Charge a million dollars an hour. Be krazy kooky. and insanely loved. Making my own gosh darn shhhedule. Waking up when I damn well please. Not living with the rents. Mmmhmmm. Strut yo stuff. ..but no getting excited yet. Two weeks and I'll know. My tummy's twisted. Two weeks-ish, Frank, (my real dad) is buying me a new used car. And I drove for two hours yesterday. I will get my license. I will go to WAY more parties. I will be my old self again! Party princess loaded with ravah flavah! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! Peace out! The guy totally rocks. Ummm. Work sucks. buuuuut I just got a $1.00 raise & a promotion. I'm going away with James tonight. Trip to video extra and sekz sekz sekz. YUM! Wish I could find some blue and yellow, purple PILLS. But I haven't actually even looked. No motivation. Kelly owes me money. So does mommy. I just uploaded an assload of pics, I will share some. Promise. I need to send in my apps on monday. The end. No phone call from Katie. I work 2-10 today, so chances aren't lookin' too good. Lame. She backed out last minute, lame, lame, lame. I got shit-faced instead. No internet for the last few weeks. I was seriously going through withdrawals. Not applied to college yet, but Thuuuuuuuuuursday. On the patch now. It's kooky. And, um, tired. Sleepy time.
If that makes any sense? I'm happy-ish, but it's fleeting. Grandma is extremely stick. They stopped kemo, it wasn't helping. They don't know how long she will last. :( Work is ehhhhh. I have my first night tonight. Paula walked out because Don is a dick. The restaurant is on the market for 2.5 mill. Who knows if it will remain a restaurant? I should most likely look for another job. Which is GHEY. I have to work up to night, and as soon as I get there I find out, it was all for naught. Blow me. But I'm having a good day. I'll make it through. I'm a resilient little fucker. I cut off all of my hair... well, 6 inches anyways. I colored it too. Asked for auburn, got caramel, I like it though. It's spunky. Andy called it Dike-y. Well, whatev. I'm on a crazy blunt binge. One on monday. Two on Tuesday. One on Thursday. And one tonight. J'aime le blunt. Need food. Haven't eaten. Must go. a month and a 1/2 of planning down the drain, $600 dollars gone. My bank account is in a sorry state. No WEMF for me. And, I don't want to talk about it. It hurts too much. As if I hadn't lost enough, I think I've also lost my best friend. I don't know what I did... But it must have been AWFUL. I mean... what the fuck? And James just left, and now I'm all alone. No one to talk to, so all I can do is think, about a party that I should be at... over 600 miles away... I feel like I'm going to have an anxiety attack. or like I'm going to cry myself to sleep for the 3rd night in a row. . . </3> And I have to go to work. *pouts* Saturday I worked a double from 12-11:30. Sunday I opened 10:20-4:00 Today I'm a double again. Tomorrow I work 4-BD, which means I'll never escape. I have Wednesday off. Thursday I'm a double. Friday I'm a double. Saturday I have off. Sunday I'm a double. WEMF is only in 10 days though. I got no early morning seks. *le sigh* Alright, entry about the 6 months!!! He bought my white roses. *melts* I love flowers. And my drunken mommy-dearest went on about child-hood photos. And how James HAD to see them. I think not, most of them are like kiddy porn. I'm in a bath-tub, or some other compromising situation. He does not to see prepubescent and not to mention NAKED Becca. Anyways... We went out and saw Ultra-violet. It was... err... well, confusing. Why did her outfit change colors? Either way, her hair was AWESOME! And I want her purple sunglasses, NOW! The little kid kept almost making me cry. I'm such a basket-case. I cry at ANYTHING in movies. It's a real pain in the ass. P.S. She should have died. SOMEONE aside from the bad people should have died. The ending was too happy,... Is that jaded sounding? |
