Why don't I have bangs?
I actually get all excited about writing something ridiculously rambly and insane in this journal but then when I start to I realize my life is so dull and lackadaisical that I have nothing really to ramble on about. Not that I am complaining, I love my life as cheesy as that sounds but I just don't have anything interesting enough going on that others would actually want to read about.
Elisha told me that my keywords "Elisha is much cuter" are false, obviously she has been hitting the crack pipe twelve too many times to think she is anything less than disgustingly adorable. Is that an oxymoron? Oh well, that's very much what she is. See I had nothing to really post about I just wanted to say that I still love Elisha more than any of you and I am hoping Mandy sees this so she can try and beat me up. Maybe Avril will help.
Ps. Jane magazine is like a godsend; I swear it takes everyone who is anyone and crams them all into the not even 200 page layout and has me addicted in seconds. Why am I such a sucker for Hollywood when I am almost there myself?
Elisha told me that my keywords "Elisha is much cuter" are false, obviously she has been hitting the crack pipe twelve too many times to think she is anything less than disgustingly adorable. Is that an oxymoron? Oh well, that's very much what she is. See I had nothing to really post about I just wanted to say that I still love Elisha more than any of you and I am hoping Mandy sees this so she can try and beat me up. Maybe Avril will help.
Ps. Jane magazine is like a godsend; I swear it takes everyone who is anyone and crams them all into the not even 200 page layout and has me addicted in seconds. Why am I such a sucker for Hollywood when I am almost there myself?