i bought the new madonna cd. the inside sleeve is like ten pages worth of madonna photos in that leotard doing stretches and poses, such a waste of paper. i can totally see myself out on the town talking to some whoever and hung up comes on and i’m like I CAN’T TALK RIGHT NOW I’M DANCING!
the santa claus parade just rolled on past. it began at 9 am. i wasn’t at all annoyed. best hangover party EVER! it’s totally true that born to be wild is the most festive song!
“bitch, you is a ho and so is your aunt.”
oh my god buy my goddamn book. i actually wrote it this time.
met a girl named echo last nite and to aimee i was like what’s her name name name name?
it was funny. i’m funny.
i dreamt i was “blog-spotted” at a toys ‘r’ us. also i love it when trucks idle in front of the building at 8 in the morning. LOVE IT!
this is what i think of that jakalope song -> wtf? when does it begin or get good cos the chorus kicks in and she is still talk-singing her stupid goth poetry and wait what? trent reznor worked on the song? wtf trent? seriously. i’m waiting the entire song for something to happen so it gets to the second chorus and i’m thinking alright dude party down and it was more like party NOTHING! the video? her being a big winged creature thing and the cliche fetus animals in the jars at the bottom of the SPOOKY stairs and she’s moving back and forth reciting that gay poetry all musically posessed with her big stupid eyes and pink tipped hair?
if you’re into this shit we can’t be friends anymore.
note to self: must shitbag that jakalope (feel it) song later.
last nite:
3 shots of gold
2 pints, possibly 3 (can’t remember)
2 shoks
1 gin
1.5 margaritas
a snoring cat is totally fucking adorable, ten times more than a dog is. it’s like excuse me while i put my head through this window because i can’t stand this cuteness any longer. that is all.
