Cuzzzzz she's probably the only one who reads this thing. haha LOVE YOU GIRL ( Read more... )

90% of the people I've met & know are big idiots.
60% of the men I know are stupid jerks.
95% of the women I know exude absolutely no class or self respect.

I punched a dude in the mouth last night.
I talked to one of my best friends, Nicole for the first time in a long time.
I drank Keystones. I miss college beer.
I jammed my tongue in Paula's

I think I just got swept off my feet ( Read more... )

I don't know why I post the things I post on here. Sorry about the hormones & womanliness.

School is rendering a workaholic out of me. & you know me... I always find excuses or reasons to not do anything. It's all I ever do. Work work work. It's not a 9-5 thing. It's not a nightly thing. It starts when I wake up & ends whenever I decide to pass out ( Read more... )

I'm sick of pretending to be okay.

The one thing I love about new york city is the connections. Getting into clubs for free, pretending to be 21 & charming the shit out of bouncers with my feminine wiles. I also like meeting cute boys who like the marc jacobs dresses I wear that I gank from my roomie when she isn't around. THANKS KIM FOR LETTING ME BORROW YOUR DRESSES. They smell ( Read more... )

What is wrong with me?
Why is it that I only get love from broads & gay drag queens?

Fuck that noise.

When I am not under the influence [OF ANYTHING], I feel like complete shit.

This sucks.

So I've finally made the decision...
I NEED ME A SUGARDADDY. Like a handsome 35-year-old investment banker. To just buy me mad shit/pay for school. & all I have to do is just sit and look pretty with him at nice restaurants etc. Is that so much to ask for?

Dear God,
Please let me be as beautiful as Lucille Balle in Anabelle's Affairs, someday.