i washed my car, like by myself. it was leopard print (dirt on black), which i kind of wanted to keep, but no one would drive my car for me last night so it had to go. i accidently sprayed a mover's face. he liked it. in fact, he wanted me to do it more. i think he's the one that yelled "i smell that!" when i was weed smoking in my bathroom. oh ( Read more... )

i feel pretty lost all of the time. florida was a relief, but now i'm even more sad and confused and soft and small. whatever. i hope svetlana wins the duel.


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actually, i want to shoot myself in the face.

i packed three suitcases, for seven days. merry mo won't give me pills anymore. and like right when i need it. my face is dry. my hair is limp. my stomach is bloated. mom's spaghetti.

updating my journal rules. le'vonne, kawane, devonte, sharee, and i almost got fired today. we were just walking around the mall for 6 hours. we would'nt have got caught if le'vonne didn't insist on bumping jacki-o for like an hour. plus the girl with a glass eye, the girl with two-tone hair and matching car, and the no-neck monster all said we ( Read more... )

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i got my palms read yesterday in venice beach. first of all she told me im an old soul and have many past lives that made me into "one of the last truly good people among us". she said thats why people have always been attracted to me and theres very few people who really know me that dont like me. and like duh. im going to live till my early 90's ( Read more... )

yesterday was beautiful. me and dustin finally got our apartment in downtown los angeles thanks to my grandmother and all her glory. shes the funniest/hardest person ive ever known. hands down. i mean, she just got her license back after cussing out a cop for pulling her over. she took us to dinner. korean bbq, so bomb.


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