March 26, 2011

can do the human pretzel (with help)

dear ten little jewels of mine diary,

my fingernails turned out like little blister bubbles of shiny paint on the end of my fingers- they each look like lil jewels. fuck me if each one ain't perfect- just the way i like them. you can see a reflection in each one. flawless. they all have that perfect edge. maybe by next weekend they will be long enough for what i need them to be. man, i sure do hope. if ida known what i know now- ida waited to file the bitches down- but what is done is done- and i done it- so i cant be mad at anyone but myself and even if i had to bust up in there with these perfect little fuckers- i'd still blow them fucktards out of their chairs- and that's just keepin it one hundred. the whole fucking world will come to a halt when my ass walks through them doors. i am not lyin. they will take one good ass hard look at me, read MY paperwork and be like, "WHERE IN THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN TRIXIE WEST?" i don't want to sound overconfident- but i already know. i am not scared this time. hopefully they wont be either. HAHAHA.