charlie fucking chan.
so this weekend has been pretty fun- i did a lot of the "spending quality time with friends while spending my free time to talk shit to matt rudzinksi on the phone" things.
i got myself a killwhitneydead tattoo- apparently i am now their bitch. ah well. in a few years i'll be matt's "kitchen wife" and he'll only ever have to "tell me once."
female degradation is funny sometimes. i mean, it sounds horrible, but c'mon guys- you know you've all laughed at a redneck wife beater joke at some point.
...yeah, admit it.
i have a trunk full of george bush signs now. hmmm. i wonder if that's illegal? HAH.
so this week will be fun. i'm quitting my job, signing up for a completely different cosmetology school, starting work at Aveda, getting three more tattoos (well, one's a fill in for my huge stomach pice), and hopefully going to a club on friday with sam and nick. i haven't been dancing in forever. it's sad.
I JUST WANNA DANCE.
i think davis and i are going to see "saw" tonight which i'm pretty excited about. i'll get to spend some much needed time with him and see a horror flick. YAY!
our horses are loud. i live in the second floor, and i can hear Sugar Baby chewing grass ALL the way outside. granted, my windows are open, but what the fuck? maybe she needs a jaw replacement or something.
okay for those of you on my buddylist on LJ that are participating in my book- WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR EMAIL? (*ahem, garry raynor?*) i'm really trying to work on this book but you goddamned slow ass lazy poets are driving me nuts! (it's okay, i'm the same way... i'm just... preaching to the choir) so if you could, PLEASE send me an email back asap!
this was all fucking totally random and pointless. christ.
*points gun*
goodbye mr. orange.
i got myself a killwhitneydead tattoo- apparently i am now their bitch. ah well. in a few years i'll be matt's "kitchen wife" and he'll only ever have to "tell me once."
female degradation is funny sometimes. i mean, it sounds horrible, but c'mon guys- you know you've all laughed at a redneck wife beater joke at some point.
...yeah, admit it.
i have a trunk full of george bush signs now. hmmm. i wonder if that's illegal? HAH.
so this week will be fun. i'm quitting my job, signing up for a completely different cosmetology school, starting work at Aveda, getting three more tattoos (well, one's a fill in for my huge stomach pice), and hopefully going to a club on friday with sam and nick. i haven't been dancing in forever. it's sad.
I JUST WANNA DANCE.
i think davis and i are going to see "saw" tonight which i'm pretty excited about. i'll get to spend some much needed time with him and see a horror flick. YAY!
our horses are loud. i live in the second floor, and i can hear Sugar Baby chewing grass ALL the way outside. granted, my windows are open, but what the fuck? maybe she needs a jaw replacement or something.
okay for those of you on my buddylist on LJ that are participating in my book- WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR EMAIL? (*ahem, garry raynor?*) i'm really trying to work on this book but you goddamned slow ass lazy poets are driving me nuts! (it's okay, i'm the same way... i'm just... preaching to the choir) so if you could, PLEASE send me an email back asap!
this was all fucking totally random and pointless. christ.
*points gun*
goodbye mr. orange.