I dyed my hair last night.
It looks NOTHING like the box.

I decided I want to start living for my brother's benefits.
Kate Spade, Juicy Couture, soon to be Maybelline, Lancome Paris, &others.
I'm not even a designer person.

I don't know where it came from, but I have some crazy bitch running through my head.

I am always trying to prove myself.

It's amazing how much one realizes when they just take a step back.

With every hiccup, my head pounds a little more.

I forget how much I hate the summer when I get these headaches.
The humidity is slowly killing me.

I am not putting up with this shit all summer. No fucking way.

Jackie Lee is going to Iraq next month.

I want the word "fit" to describe me before I even think of swimsuit season.

My mom is making me feel guilty for living my life.