i am at my uncles. i must be ridiculous bored, cuz im watching professional bowling. i can smell french fries cooking from somewhere. i really should eat more than an apple and some cool whip, but im waiting for emme to come eat with me ( Read more... )

looking back at old photos, i cant decide if i was hotter as a blond, or a redhead. and if its better curly or straight.

ah well. at least i know im hot.

i like posting to this blog cuz i can leave it without a subject.

i have reached a comfortably numb position in regards to alot of things. just dont have the energy to care anymore, which makes life alot more interesting.

but the stubble... dear god the stubble... i am such a sucker...

um yeah. over it again i think. need more attention.

the love of my life, quentin tarantino, is 43 today.

thats way over my age limit.

i have decided i want to buy a pair of crazy hair falls. the type that goth and industrial people wear when going out to city club. but im not gonna go out to city club, i just wanna wear em n stuff.

just a little fyi.

i apparently like to do things that could very well bite me in the ass when im dead tired ( Read more... )

i have a problem

every time i make a new mix cd, i end up driving around way out of my way so i can listen to it longer.

and im making one now.

im so friggin lazy and dispondent. im jealous of people who have the patience to write a long journal entry. i should be doing this for me, but dammit, i never am.

puple monkey diswasher.

wendy likes baldfattistanians.

like tom.

and yet

my confession has meant nothing.