February 15, 2011

no lorna doone cookies at the bloodfest today (11/11/10)

dear diary,

hailow my pretty. my arm hurts. and im tired- no time for napsackin now. cant be late. for the date. so. you know. omg. you can almost feel the excitement brewing in the air. what to wear. how to do my hair. twelve refills, relief for my friends, it never does end, the holiday's are fast approaching, people who get dying trees and drag them in their house are stupid. ima decorate the fern this year, or the palm tree. fake trees are dumb too. and who would tattoo a palm tree on their chest. that's what i was thinkin, NOT ME, some people do tho- and then are proud of it. i know i wouldn't be proud of it. im hungry. i wish today was wednesday so the taco nite was going on at LSB, but id still want it to be thursday, especially NAY DAY thursDAY because today is BAD ASS, and I love today, i just hope the ritzy fuck don't try to impress me and go to tuscany's cuz really i just want to eat and get down to the business cuz after i get blood drawn im usually quite hungry and twoday ain't no kinda exception.

growling