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it's 11 and i got drunk with the rents and my 13 year old neighbor boy and decided it would be a good idea to paint my nails. not a good idea at all. tomarrow is going to be busy busy busy at my work and we're all supposed to wear brown. i don't wear a lot of brown. in fact, i don't even think i have anything brown. today i went downtown los angeles and fed the homeless. the whole time i was pissed off i didn't have enough time to do my hair. i think that kind of defeats the whole purpose of putting other people before me. i saw at least 2 or 3 people shoot up heroin there and i felt like i was in a D.A.R.E. commercial. i met a boy at coffee bean and until i see him again, that's where you will find me.
i'm thankful for ashley simpson and nail polish remover.
all my love,
E
i'm thankful for ashley simpson and nail polish remover.
all my love,
E