[ well i awoke in relief my sheets and tubes were all tangled ]
I hate blue eyeshadow with an everloathing passion. I wouldn't wear it if Kevin Aucoin, himself, came to me in a dream and in a boldering voice, instructed me to wear it.
For the past 24 hours I've been listening to a band called Elliott. The albumn is called "Song in the Air." And now, I used to think Radiohead and ISIS were musical sex, but there is a new King of Auditory Fornication and that is Elliott.....I mean who could go wrong with an AMAZING/FANTASTIC name like ELLIOTT! Unless you're Missy Elliott....even then, she's not so bad.
Yesterday, I ran into a colleague of mine at Port City Java. A gay pharmacist called Mark. Mark is awesome. He knew and complimented my Susana Monaco dress. We also talked about the struggles of going from black to blonde. He informed me that my hair was a good start. He also made me aware that it creates a whole new makeup pallet in which I was not accustomed [nor allowed] to work with. And he bought me a soy chai and introduced me to his son [dog] called Toby.
I hung around Island Passage with Sarah and Hellen, two of the most beautiful girls in the world. I bought mom a gift from the store and she loved it. Hellen directed me to a website with "the perfect wedge" and I hugged Sarah goodbye because she moved to Governor's school.
Later on, I caught up with Julie, Ally, AND SEAN FUCKING BAILEY who had moved to Hawaii. He hadn't seen me since I had long blonde hair. DAMN! I took Ally, Julie and Valerie to a party last night on 43rd street. Honestly, the party was pretty lame until we got there. Those three were drunk as shit so they started "Operation Birthday Boner" in which they tried to give the birthday boy [whom they had just met] a boner. I'm not sure whether it was successful or not.
All I know is those girls are make-out machines. WTF.
I think Danny Payne is cool as shit.
And today I woke up in mine and Julie's loft apartment in Ally's house. But everything was white so my first thoughts were "Heaven?" Then I looked and saw Julie laying next to me. with smeared eyemake up. So hot. Back to the loft apartment.
For the past 24 hours I've been listening to a band called Elliott. The albumn is called "Song in the Air." And now, I used to think Radiohead and ISIS were musical sex, but there is a new King of Auditory Fornication and that is Elliott.....I mean who could go wrong with an AMAZING/FANTASTIC name like ELLIOTT! Unless you're Missy Elliott....even then, she's not so bad.
Yesterday, I ran into a colleague of mine at Port City Java. A gay pharmacist called Mark. Mark is awesome. He knew and complimented my Susana Monaco dress. We also talked about the struggles of going from black to blonde. He informed me that my hair was a good start. He also made me aware that it creates a whole new makeup pallet in which I was not accustomed [nor allowed] to work with. And he bought me a soy chai and introduced me to his son [dog] called Toby.
I hung around Island Passage with Sarah and Hellen, two of the most beautiful girls in the world. I bought mom a gift from the store and she loved it. Hellen directed me to a website with "the perfect wedge" and I hugged Sarah goodbye because she moved to Governor's school.
Later on, I caught up with Julie, Ally, AND SEAN FUCKING BAILEY who had moved to Hawaii. He hadn't seen me since I had long blonde hair. DAMN! I took Ally, Julie and Valerie to a party last night on 43rd street. Honestly, the party was pretty lame until we got there. Those three were drunk as shit so they started "Operation Birthday Boner" in which they tried to give the birthday boy [whom they had just met] a boner. I'm not sure whether it was successful or not.
All I know is those girls are make-out machines. WTF.
I think Danny Payne is cool as shit.
And today I woke up in mine and Julie's loft apartment in Ally's house. But everything was white so my first thoughts were "Heaven?" Then I looked and saw Julie laying next to me. with smeared eyemake up. So hot. Back to the loft apartment.