Someday, you will....
Alright. Let's recap Sara's weekend:
Saturday-
Got up at 11ish, thanks to Mom, went over to pick up Grace, and then we headed to get my eyebrows done. After like, eighty years of MAJOR PAINNAGE, I was done and we ran to the car. I started yelling at my mom, because that ho wouldn't let me wax them, she made the blonde midget pluck them. Aaanyyywaayyy, we got into a huge fight (in front of Grace) because I told my mom f.u. I didn't say fuck you or anything, just f.u. But that's my momma for you. After I cried and apoligized- yeah, I'm a loser- we drove to Neiman Marcus where we ate at the cafe before going to get makeovers. Then I found out I had to pay $50 for me and G-race to get makeovers, so we left to find Uggs. No luck (surprise?) After that we wanted to go vintage shopping, so we went to this place in North Hollywood were my Mom's friend told me it was really good and cheap. But...it turned out to be two stores of flippin UGLY ASS halloween/scary costume-ish stores that had junkie's lined up around them. It was quite creepy to say the least. After getting directions from this half-normal looking lady, we went to another place she said would be good. It turned out to be a fucking bondage/porn store that my mom (being the genius lady she is) walked into. Me and Grace kept walking, and almost got shot by these queer ghetto wannabe-homies that were pretending to be all gangster. Then we drove away, uber fast, and this really old creepy guy stared at us and we almost died laughing. He was retarded. Or something. Falala. We drove to Zen Zoo, where Gracey got her first boba! Then we started shooting them at these old asian people. After that, we drove the wrong way to Shannon's house, met Haylie and Scott and his tizzite homie-gangster friend, asked for directions and finally got to Shannon's, where we found out he'd left. So we went to the promenade, saw Darnell, the giant, Dehovitz, and...SHA-HANNON, and ditched dem homo's. We saw Rachel and some other girl- uhh...I don't know her name...and then me and Grace chilled at picked out 'po-ten-shall hotties.' Got stalked by those weird, 'HEYCOMEBEAMODELFORME' pimps, and then went to Grace's, where we got majorly drunk and passed out. Not really, but we kind of did pass out. We were asleep by 1.
Sunday-
Horseback riding all day. Now that Karolina went back to Sweden, I'm supposed to train Pete. And that mother is very strong, let me tell you. So I rode Pete in the morning and Scooby in the afternoon. I NEVER WANT TO RIDE SCOOBY AGAIN. EVER. Then I worked, and I was sore and in pain. I'm debating getting tickets to that Bridge Benefit thing. The only people I like are RHCP (duh!) Paul McCartney isn't good AT ALL. He's old, and John was a far better musician. Trust me on this one, guys, I have Paul's CD's...and John's CD's. John. Is. Better. Anyway, I got a damn sexy RHCP shirt. Yea. It's hot. Like the Fru-man.
Monday-
HOLY SHIT. HE IS SO HOT AND I LOVE HIM.
Tuesday-
Oh god, I love Echo and the Bunnymen. THEY ARE THE SHIT. Go listen to People are Strange. It makes me happy. Hey- did you know Courtney Love got out and her band has a concert soon. And there's a new Oingo Boingo tribute band. I need to go listen to it. I have the flu, and I'm sick as shit. Yay for America.
P.S.My little stalker friends, I suggest you go out and buy Shadows Collide With People or Niandra LaDes and Usually Just a T-Shirt. You'll be incredibly thrilled. I guarantee it.
Saturday-
Got up at 11ish, thanks to Mom, went over to pick up Grace, and then we headed to get my eyebrows done. After like, eighty years of MAJOR PAINNAGE, I was done and we ran to the car. I started yelling at my mom, because that ho wouldn't let me wax them, she made the blonde midget pluck them. Aaanyyywaayyy, we got into a huge fight (in front of Grace) because I told my mom f.u. I didn't say fuck you or anything, just f.u. But that's my momma for you. After I cried and apoligized- yeah, I'm a loser- we drove to Neiman Marcus where we ate at the cafe before going to get makeovers. Then I found out I had to pay $50 for me and G-race to get makeovers, so we left to find Uggs. No luck (surprise?) After that we wanted to go vintage shopping, so we went to this place in North Hollywood were my Mom's friend told me it was really good and cheap. But...it turned out to be two stores of flippin UGLY ASS halloween/scary costume-ish stores that had junkie's lined up around them. It was quite creepy to say the least. After getting directions from this half-normal looking lady, we went to another place she said would be good. It turned out to be a fucking bondage/porn store that my mom (being the genius lady she is) walked into. Me and Grace kept walking, and almost got shot by these queer ghetto wannabe-homies that were pretending to be all gangster. Then we drove away, uber fast, and this really old creepy guy stared at us and we almost died laughing. He was retarded. Or something. Falala. We drove to Zen Zoo, where Gracey got her first boba! Then we started shooting them at these old asian people. After that, we drove the wrong way to Shannon's house, met Haylie and Scott and his tizzite homie-gangster friend, asked for directions and finally got to Shannon's, where we found out he'd left. So we went to the promenade, saw Darnell, the giant, Dehovitz, and...SHA-HANNON, and ditched dem homo's. We saw Rachel and some other girl- uhh...I don't know her name...and then me and Grace chilled at picked out 'po-ten-shall hotties.' Got stalked by those weird, 'HEYCOMEBEAMODELFORME' pimps, and then went to Grace's, where we got majorly drunk and passed out. Not really, but we kind of did pass out. We were asleep by 1.
Sunday-
Horseback riding all day. Now that Karolina went back to Sweden, I'm supposed to train Pete. And that mother is very strong, let me tell you. So I rode Pete in the morning and Scooby in the afternoon. I NEVER WANT TO RIDE SCOOBY AGAIN. EVER. Then I worked, and I was sore and in pain. I'm debating getting tickets to that Bridge Benefit thing. The only people I like are RHCP (duh!) Paul McCartney isn't good AT ALL. He's old, and John was a far better musician. Trust me on this one, guys, I have Paul's CD's...and John's CD's. John. Is. Better. Anyway, I got a damn sexy RHCP shirt. Yea. It's hot. Like the Fru-man.
Monday-
HOLY SHIT. HE IS SO HOT AND I LOVE HIM.
Tuesday-
Oh god, I love Echo and the Bunnymen. THEY ARE THE SHIT. Go listen to People are Strange. It makes me happy. Hey- did you know Courtney Love got out and her band has a concert soon. And there's a new Oingo Boingo tribute band. I need to go listen to it. I have the flu, and I'm sick as shit. Yay for America.
P.S.My little stalker friends, I suggest you go out and buy Shadows Collide With People or Niandra LaDes and Usually Just a T-Shirt. You'll be incredibly thrilled. I guarantee it.