They're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies and the books, to make a citizen out of you...

Mar 30, 2007 10:43

I only made $133. Lame.
Thank god I have d-rugs to sell to the fiends.

Scripts are lalalalame.
If I'm melting brain matter,
I'm doin' it with the KRAZY shit.

I'm hungry. Lazy. Lonely.

I've been an emotastik basket case lately.
I'm happy go lucky, and then I'm breaking down.
I'm told it's normal... yuh, okay.

Tonight is Goldie tho.
And I only have to work 3 hours today.
And I get to play with Kelly and Gemz and Data!
And dance the night a-fuckin-way.
Frolic, spin, stomp, sing.
JOYGASM!

I need to wash my Ufos (oooooooooooofos!)
Shower, get dressed, clean my room.
Make a few more pieces of kandi,
and Data his first piece of jungle.
Get ready for work.
Do madd shit at work.
Drink monster, get pumped!
Smoke Kibba! ahhhhhhhhh!
Today rocks.

LALALA Fuck the world.
I sent in my college apps.
Cross your fingers for me.
I'm scared as shit.

I wanna be a fabulous interior designer.
Charge a million dollars an hour.
Be krazy kooky. and insanely loved.
Making my own gosh darn shhhedule.
Waking up when I damn well please.
Not living with the rents.

Mmmhmmm.
Strut yo stuff.

..but no getting excited yet.
Two weeks and I'll know.
My tummy's twisted.

Two weeks-ish,
Frank, (my real dad) is buying me a new used car.
And I drove for two hours yesterday.
I will get my license.
I will go to WAY more parties.
I will be my old self again!
Party princess loaded with ravah flavah!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Peace out!
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