it's, like, *the* social event of the year.

[this_isnt_life]

so, first and foremost.
patty and i are some fucking cool cowgirls.



i'm coming to terms with the fact that no matter what/who i do [or don't do!], springfield scenesters *still* feel it necessary to talk about my [sex] life.
no thank you for that.

if you're going to talk about something, at least talk about something *cool*, like how there's most likely a warrant out for my arrest right now.
it sounds a whole lot cooler than it really is, i promise.

i wish you could all see how much i have changed[not changed.]

in light of recent financial events, i am currently *so* unreachable.
i'm so sorry and so not sorry for that depending on who you are.
i might have it back this friday, if not..it'll be another 2 weeks.

let's get crunk.
i miss the mitch crew.

also, *we* apparently have the "detectives" surveying my apartment area.
[???]

the highlight of my day as of yet was peeling outdated band stickers off of my 14 year old car with kitchen utensils.

oh, and i dyed my hair.
who's the coolest eff'ing red head you know?

bitch. es.

i think i've got it all covered.
oh, and i hate your deadline. <3

it's not a balance-it's a teeter-totter.