this is not anna.... really
i'm such a dirty, dirty mexican. a dirty, lazy mexican. that's why i haven't updated in over a month... and why i'm eating some dirt off the floor, or whatever it is that we mexicans do. sometimes i rue the day my mothers birthed me and a slithered into existence, through copious amounts of cocaine. *snort* (that was me doing a line.)
one of my mothers is going to new zealand, the land of beer and large men with accents. that's a lot like here... except instead of men there are large-breasted woment without accents. actually, sometimes the women aren't even large-breasted. i hate that.
now i just have my other gay mother, who doesn't really love me. it's probably because i'm a whiny little brat who only talks about wanting a dog or how small the petri dish that i still stay in sometimes is. i should have just stayed as too much tequila and cocaine and unprotected sex and never been conceived. well "conceived"... maybe "congeled" is a better word.
other than that, classes suck. i'm taking this class called econometrics (that i can't even spell) and it's EATING MY SOUL. my soul being thursday nights... so i can't really go crazy at socials anymore, and that makes all my friends cry. well, they would cry if they weren't too drunk.
before classes really started kicking my ass, i went out with one ms. tina curry. open bar. amaaaaazing... until i lost my phone. some dirty bastard found it, took it, and used it until the batteries ran out. if i ever find out who it was, i'm going to whack them like a pinata. it makes it much harder for my friends to find me and know what's going on. well, they never know what's going on because they're a bunch of drunken slackers.
yours mexicanly,
Vanessa
one of my mothers is going to new zealand, the land of beer and large men with accents. that's a lot like here... except instead of men there are large-breasted woment without accents. actually, sometimes the women aren't even large-breasted. i hate that.
now i just have my other gay mother, who doesn't really love me. it's probably because i'm a whiny little brat who only talks about wanting a dog or how small the petri dish that i still stay in sometimes is. i should have just stayed as too much tequila and cocaine and unprotected sex and never been conceived. well "conceived"... maybe "congeled" is a better word.
other than that, classes suck. i'm taking this class called econometrics (that i can't even spell) and it's EATING MY SOUL. my soul being thursday nights... so i can't really go crazy at socials anymore, and that makes all my friends cry. well, they would cry if they weren't too drunk.
before classes really started kicking my ass, i went out with one ms. tina curry. open bar. amaaaaazing... until i lost my phone. some dirty bastard found it, took it, and used it until the batteries ran out. if i ever find out who it was, i'm going to whack them like a pinata. it makes it much harder for my friends to find me and know what's going on. well, they never know what's going on because they're a bunch of drunken slackers.
yours mexicanly,
Vanessa