I WAS LIKE "TRENTILIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Sunshine Butt-Dimple of Love, reporting in.
I'm updating because Love Surfer of Sex & Beauty is at work and I'm bored out of my mind. I bought a pack of cigarettes at 4PM or so and I'm already almost out. What the hell, my lungs hate me right now. My entire body hates me right now. I'm sick and snotty and in pain and I have a fever and yesterday I went deaf in one ear for 20 hours and I have seriously been on a steady diet of Amoxicillin, Claritin, Advil Allergy&Sinus, Nyquil/Dayquil, Sudafed and Sudafed Sinus Headache COMBINED, taken every 2 hours or so (it's a wonder I haven't overdosed??), and I still want to roll over and die. And Kenneth just called and informed me that his court date is tomorrow, so I have to be up at the ass crack of dawn to go down there with him and Spoox to defend him in the whole Cops Raid The Party House case. I don't mind, and I already promised I would; it's just going to be fun getting up that early.
I avoided going home today; I'm sitting around Megan's with my thumb up my butt. Instead of going home, we made sandwiches and called Trent, per his request, and we all had phone sex. It was great. I'm supposed to call him back or something, but I'm just not that gutsy. Whatever. I do what I want BECAUSE I'M A ROCKSTAR.
I need to update on my past week or two, but I'll do that later in a Friends Only entry; my crazy rockstar life can not be exposed to the public. It's true.
P.S. I GOT ACCEPTED TO THE ART INSTITUTE AND THEY THINK I AM AMAZING AND I THINK THAT IS AMAZING. I start in October. Represent.
Who wants to wire me $3.55 for more cigarettes?