Stolen from Michelle
Today was really shitty, like every other day
I got out of bed Because the overwhelming urge to urinate ripped me unwillingly from my nightmares
I feel like dancing around naked just to upset the neighbors
I'm so fucking tired. I partied like a rock star last night. The last thing I remember was getting up on the pool table and dancing like a showgirl. This morning I had people calling like crazy telling me all kinds of shit I did. One guy called saying he had my underwear...WTF?!?
Last night I had to Sleep with Megan, next time I don't care how much money she pays me, I'm not doin it!
I want to tell the world that there's nothing better than sitting down to a big ass spinach pizza after smoking a fat one and drinking some strong ass coffee!
I am updating for the first time in a long time, due to my top secret mission in Alaska
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Check out all these crotch shots!
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said My herpes is finally under control, and if my gonnorhea flares up again to give him a call. I think he just likes to look at my vagina.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you how to fight off enraged little people (like the little green men dancing around my room)
If I had a dollar for everytime someone wanted to handcuff me to a bed, I would be rich. And if any of you have seen my stainless steel engraved cuffs...I want them back dammit! Those weren't cheap like your mom.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with a couple hundred in the morning-thanks!
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I got out of bed Because the overwhelming urge to urinate ripped me unwillingly from my nightmares
I feel like dancing around naked just to upset the neighbors
I'm so fucking tired. I partied like a rock star last night. The last thing I remember was getting up on the pool table and dancing like a showgirl. This morning I had people calling like crazy telling me all kinds of shit I did. One guy called saying he had my underwear...WTF?!?
Last night I had to Sleep with Megan, next time I don't care how much money she pays me, I'm not doin it!
I want to tell the world that there's nothing better than sitting down to a big ass spinach pizza after smoking a fat one and drinking some strong ass coffee!
I am updating for the first time in a long time, due to my top secret mission in Alaska
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Check out all these crotch shots!
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said My herpes is finally under control, and if my gonnorhea flares up again to give him a call. I think he just likes to look at my vagina.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you how to fight off enraged little people (like the little green men dancing around my room)
If I had a dollar for everytime someone wanted to handcuff me to a bed, I would be rich. And if any of you have seen my stainless steel engraved cuffs...I want them back dammit! Those weren't cheap like your mom.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with a couple hundred in the morning-thanks!
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