people don’t come back so often if i don’t update with beaver pictures. funny. i guess my writing isn’t all that afterall. perhaps you could hang out here.

i have zero structure in my life. i am going mental because my laptop and office type shit has not been rounded up yet and last nite i slept on the third floor catwalk/closet, by myself under a rusty ole air conditioner and then i missed one of my crazy appointments this morning. i might get a prescription for fluoxitine – it covers adhd, depression, anxiety and the ten million other things that i suffer from.

i have even decided to join these group therapy things so we can take a weekly busride to the ymca and shoot guns and write in our journals about coke binges and stuff.

i’m kinda excited. they say i have to go at least 3 times a week otherwise i get kicked out.

uh oh.

maybe i will be the most popular girl in the class and they will let me stand on a table and tell stories about my exciting life.

anyhow, i am the most irritating thing ever and everyone hates me and the blond girl because we make too many cock jokes so we might as well go lay in a ditch on dupont.

does your dad look this hip?

mine does, sort of.

maybe.

The post is from RaymiTheMinx.com copyright 1888 to 2888