i really wanna do it right now but bf is asleep on the couch so i am uploading pics like a m effer and wearing his jogging pantaloons and the braid in my hair fell out so now it is just a boring ole ponytail. le sigh. the upstairs bathroom someone vomitted all over it so it is out of service and i am too fat to go down there and urinate on my thigh. well whatever i want another old lady smoke again a la chemo the paul that somofabitch i know what it feels like to be filmed nonstop and the feeling of accelerated talkingness i am so smart we are so smart let us say everything smart we know for this a legacy and snippet of cool before everyone catches on to documentaries being the new black. chemo you rule the school you oldskool fool.

i wore the sleaziest white trash of short denim skirts in the world well more like a denim headband and i was sloppy in my sitting and covering of privates and the whole bar smelled like my vagina.

i am so totally different than everybody else in the world and i sit there waiting for something not lame to happen except i am the only lame happening so everything gets wrecked and some loser douchebag runs after me when i leave the pub to write down my number but i am too mean and pretty to care so i get in the cab and whiz away.

pinchy wake up.