Jul 23, 2005 22:04
robbie is 3.
charlieze and mason are the cutest twins ever.
i hope i get the job.
work your magic, chris.
i don't want to go in for my interview on wednesday.
i don't think i'll like that place.
i look tore up.
i'm thinking about those versace's.
i'm also thinking that they cost a third of all my money.
and that big gucci purse i saw yesterday.
i don't want to be a label whore.
but i've never bought myself anything expensive before.
i taught robbie how to ride a bike today.
my neck hurts.
i want a new belly ring.
i feel like getting something pierced.
i have six piercings.
what else can i pierce?
i want to get a tattoo.
what if i hate it?
i change my mind too often.
i played dominos with arthur.
i hate dominos.
to some old friends:
call me up sometime.
i do miss you guys.
what the hell am i doing at home on a saturday night?
this is a first.
it's kinda relaxing.
my mom rented million dollar baby.
i want to watch it.
but i've never watched a movie by myself.
i wish it was summer vacation all the time.
i don't want to go to school.
i hope he doesn't work tomorrow.
he works too much.
we need some alone time.
goodnight.