April 6, 2011

i cant stop fucking with you

dear looking around diary,

don't look now- but all my polish is off. i had to do it. then i did a buff job. oh man. fresh and ready for a paint job now. guess what color ima prolly end up paintin 'em. yup. red. duh. ima take charlie sheen off my twitter. he annoys me. like fuck. he's outta there. i blame him for running my phone dead. ima get a new phone here in a couple of weeks or so. i coulda been had one, but i waited. i dunno why, i just did. i've had the same phone now for- well- since 2007. i feel like i like my phone. so a new phone even now, doesn't really interest me all that much. i have some bad ass fingernails- you know it? i sure am a lucky bitch. some bitches cant even grow nails. i can. i love mine. i cant stop yawning, but i want cake. of course i ain't eating cake this late, but i want to. i ate smoked sausage whila go with pancake syrup. to DIE for. so i think what i will go ahead and do now is paint and drop. i'll try not to go red. i will. tomorrow ima make a meatloaf and start getting ready for my appointment saturday. goodnight trash talkers. i love all y'alls. xoxoxooxo