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holy shit. im seriously so broke, i spent the last $15 i had at the grocery store to buy some steaks so me and eric could make dinner earlier this evening...we basically spent the whole day driving around and last minute shopping, then ended up in hollywood and walked around in the pouring rain
he bought me a red and black poke-a-dot purse and a leopard fur coat at this vintage store for christmas, it was so nice of him. Traffic Sucks ASS.
you know, since ive been on christmas break, it seriously hasnt felt like im on break...just nothing to get all hyped up for anymore. the days are all the same
tonight i drank. i drank a whole lot of liquor. then i watched 4 movies all together. Weird Science, Vacation, High Fidelity, and Show Girls. Great movies.
Oh yeah. So i got a new record player so far and a new straightener..yeah thats all i need, oh and to pay off all my shit off of ebay and to shit i ordered at hardcore holocaust...
Hmm, weekend plans so far? LCB at the Knitting Factory on sunday. Saturday, John's going away party. And friday? new tattoo?
Oh and Jan 5, im getting paid for doing nothing for 2 weeks. Im sure my paycheck would be a fat one. $700, im assuming
Oh god .im tired. GoodBye.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Girl .
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Karla 's Christmas party. It was Rachel who spiked the punch with too much Whiskey. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like poop.
I thought it was funny when I put Ivy 's Underwear on my head and danced the Macaraina on the Stool while singing `Boys Dont Cry'. I didn't mean to break Karla 's Hair Curler and don't know why Karla would sue me for killing.
I don't remember calling Eric 's wife a Cheap Cow---even though she looked like one with Purple eye shadow and Black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Karla 's husband's Nipples , it was only because I ate too much of that Spaghetti .
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my 63' Chevy Nova through my neighbor's Glassdoor. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Sticky Pigeon and have me arrested for Stealing !
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Bitter and Violent. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Physical stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and Impatiently yours,
Anna (Really a nice Girl !)
P.S. It's only 13 bucks
he bought me a red and black poke-a-dot purse and a leopard fur coat at this vintage store for christmas, it was so nice of him. Traffic Sucks ASS.
you know, since ive been on christmas break, it seriously hasnt felt like im on break...just nothing to get all hyped up for anymore. the days are all the same
tonight i drank. i drank a whole lot of liquor. then i watched 4 movies all together. Weird Science, Vacation, High Fidelity, and Show Girls. Great movies.
Oh yeah. So i got a new record player so far and a new straightener..yeah thats all i need, oh and to pay off all my shit off of ebay and to shit i ordered at hardcore holocaust...
Hmm, weekend plans so far? LCB at the Knitting Factory on sunday. Saturday, John's going away party. And friday? new tattoo?
Oh and Jan 5, im getting paid for doing nothing for 2 weeks. Im sure my paycheck would be a fat one. $700, im assuming
Oh god .im tired. GoodBye.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Girl .
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Karla 's Christmas party. It was Rachel who spiked the punch with too much Whiskey. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like poop.
I thought it was funny when I put Ivy 's Underwear on my head and danced the Macaraina on the Stool while singing `Boys Dont Cry'. I didn't mean to break Karla 's Hair Curler and don't know why Karla would sue me for killing.
I don't remember calling Eric 's wife a Cheap Cow---even though she looked like one with Purple eye shadow and Black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Karla 's husband's Nipples , it was only because I ate too much of that Spaghetti .
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my 63' Chevy Nova through my neighbor's Glassdoor. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Sticky Pigeon and have me arrested for Stealing !
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Bitter and Violent. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Physical stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and Impatiently yours,
Anna (Really a nice Girl !)
P.S. It's only 13 bucks