junky square dance. taken from the blog
if i become a drug attic, or somehow end up a junky, the book that i am currently reading will have to take responsibility for it. "a million little pieces," is giving me a strange facination with the drug culture.
[i have a rather curious addictive personality.]
e.g.
french fries, or hashbrowns. i could eat them all day, everyday. with ranchdressing, and i even like eating them cold. over anything in this world . i'd take fries or hashies.
shoes and/or clothes,(probably both), if i like it, i buy it in every color i can find.
i never just like anything. instead i obsessively love something.
okay sandra,/.// /.,/.,>,?>, gettin sort of creepo.
but you get what i mean.
i'd like drugs alot. i used to love drugs alot.
at the same time i'm pretty strong willed.. i can pretty much cut out anything that i need to.
eg. quit smoking for three years. [recently started again, just for the sake of stress relief. no joke. when i quit one of my jobs, i will quit smoking as well.]
i feel as if im rambling.. my point is that i'd love to honestly lose myself in drugs, and the feeling of it all, but i have enough sense to know that that aint gonna cut it around here.
mama got re.spon.sibil.ities. SAY WHAT?~?!?~?!?
re re.spon.sibil.ities.!
mmm..kaaaaaaaay gurl please.
despite the fact that
my best friend won't talk to me anymore because i work too much.
my former good friend screwed me out of a place to live.
my two other best friends no longer call me when they go out,
my ex boyfriend can't be cool with me, for whatever reason.
my car keeps breaking down.
all i ever do is work.
im pretty happy. i'm too busy now to be upset about things.
too may good things are happening right now.
my larry makes me happy. happier than i thought i'd be.
mom and dad are opening up the resturaunt.
im training for the floor and for host at sushi wabi.
matt and kevin are really doing a great job with modest.
i got a raise at mia alexandra.
i'm going to thailand in january for 3 to 4 weeks.
****excuse the length of this entry. i haven't been writing in this, so my logic is to write something long enough to cover the time i have neglected this thing.
my costume for haloween was awsome.
i was ghetto.
got my hair did. braided dis shit back.
had a black bandana with a philly sticking out of it.
a bunch of gaudy gold chains, one with a $ symbol.
a white wife beater
over sized red sweat pants, sagging, right leg pulled up.
nike dunks.
wrist band
2 guns tucked into my boxers
a gold ring that went over all of my finger s with 3 $$$ symbols.
hillarious. larry and i were born gangster.
too bad the party got busted before we got there. but it's coo. we went out at like 12:30 anyway. doesn't matter what time it is..we still gangster.
these two black gurs were all about me too. they were telling me how to limp right.
ayhow. haloween was okay. it' kinda snuck up this year. boo.
[i have a rather curious addictive personality.]
e.g.
french fries, or hashbrowns. i could eat them all day, everyday. with ranchdressing, and i even like eating them cold. over anything in this world . i'd take fries or hashies.
shoes and/or clothes,(probably both), if i like it, i buy it in every color i can find.
i never just like anything. instead i obsessively love something.
okay sandra,/.// /.,/.,>,?>, gettin sort of creepo.
but you get what i mean.
i'd like drugs alot. i used to love drugs alot.
at the same time i'm pretty strong willed.. i can pretty much cut out anything that i need to.
eg. quit smoking for three years. [recently started again, just for the sake of stress relief. no joke. when i quit one of my jobs, i will quit smoking as well.]
i feel as if im rambling.. my point is that i'd love to honestly lose myself in drugs, and the feeling of it all, but i have enough sense to know that that aint gonna cut it around here.
mama got re.spon.sibil.ities. SAY WHAT?~?!?~?!?
re re.spon.sibil.ities.!
mmm..kaaaaaaaay gurl please.
despite the fact that
my best friend won't talk to me anymore because i work too much.
my former good friend screwed me out of a place to live.
my two other best friends no longer call me when they go out,
my ex boyfriend can't be cool with me, for whatever reason.
my car keeps breaking down.
all i ever do is work.
im pretty happy. i'm too busy now to be upset about things.
too may good things are happening right now.
my larry makes me happy. happier than i thought i'd be.
mom and dad are opening up the resturaunt.
im training for the floor and for host at sushi wabi.
matt and kevin are really doing a great job with modest.
i got a raise at mia alexandra.
i'm going to thailand in january for 3 to 4 weeks.
****excuse the length of this entry. i haven't been writing in this, so my logic is to write something long enough to cover the time i have neglected this thing.
my costume for haloween was awsome.
i was ghetto.
got my hair did. braided dis shit back.
had a black bandana with a philly sticking out of it.
a bunch of gaudy gold chains, one with a $ symbol.
a white wife beater
over sized red sweat pants, sagging, right leg pulled up.
nike dunks.
wrist band
2 guns tucked into my boxers
a gold ring that went over all of my finger s with 3 $$$ symbols.
hillarious. larry and i were born gangster.
too bad the party got busted before we got there. but it's coo. we went out at like 12:30 anyway. doesn't matter what time it is..we still gangster.
these two black gurs were all about me too. they were telling me how to limp right.
ayhow. haloween was okay. it' kinda snuck up this year. boo.