Jul 18, 2005 23:03
i just heard a twittering outside my window.. it must be them peskey rats again come for my soup.
while here i am off drooling over middle aged british actors "oh uhm excuse me do u think uh you could suck my d*** for 50 cents OH terribly sry i thought u were a hooker" awe. so forgivable.
yes and i must remember that that store sells fabulously sexy dresses. thats me, always thinking
ah and who could forget that my butt is hurting really bad and i vow to never take yoga again due to over usage of my buttox. (then again hes rly goddamn cute)
here for 3 weeks and theres already blood on the wall. this bothers ian.
tomorrow i browse
i fell in love wiht a inadimate extremly expensive object the other day
i think i might like cars more then men. ah yes the 2006 SRL McLaren AMG-built supercharged 5,439-cc 24-valve 90°V-8 engine. (id choose him over a man anyday) "its not a car its a sex-machine" so true ian so true.
i have pushed back my buyable date for the ipod to accomodate my new love.
overconfindent men are always labled as "they thinkt heir gods gift to women" i think thats interesting... to think your gods gift to anyone is weird.
~i think im done but i cant get that car (or the british man) out of my mind.. i think someone should buy it for me. then id have my man and my car or women i dont care as long as i get the car~