guess who was inspired to give themself bangs today?

dogs have down there feelings too

you know in the movie ghost how whoopie is all HEY DEMI MOORE I KNOW TEN MILLION SECRETS ABOUT SAM THAT ONLY HE COULD TELL ME AND OBVS. YOU DIDN’T SO THEREFORE HIS GHOST IS TELLING ME

and then demi is all

GO AWAY I’M SCARED OF YOUR CRAZY LIES

and then whoopie’s all YOU ARE IN DANGER

i fell asleep around this part but i saw it at the drive-in when it came out

anyway if someone came up to me and said all this crap about my dead husband i don’t care if you are a giraffe with a bleeding erection I AM LETTING YOU INSIDE TO TELL ME MORE!

thank you.

trying to figure out why i am most angry today, who i hate the most, you know how it goes.

it’s gonna be a hot one. maybe today i will walk further than four blocks, maybe. i need to get my bike fixed/get a new one.

oh wait paige and i were suppose to hang today.

the internet is kind of fuckied and so is blogger.

yesterday pitt and outlaw came over for a little visit, they are funny together. he’s all bla bla and she’s all he never stops talking. cute.

my new rule for friends of mine who don’t hang out with me is they get banned from my comments.

fil pointed out yesterday that i have a hairy ass, as in, butt crack. feh.

i forgot to tell you about the woman who tried to bud in front of me for a change room at h&m and how i snapified NO YOU CAN’T DO THAT SORRY THOSE ARE THE RULES.

then i said to the changeroom girl that i was “just about to snap there” as she was seeing me to my room. then i spent 20 minutes trying on ten items when the chick who wanted to bud only had a pair of pants.

she had already been in the dressing room but left to get another size of pants but put all her clothes on and vacated a room therefore her room is null and void. i’m sure one of you suckers would have let her use it NOT ME DUDE.

if someone says bla bla bla don’t you want good karma bla bla i will kill you by way of kicking a hacky sack into your dirty hippie face.

more creeping nobodies photos

you know you’re right

yesterday i dressed like a fucking whore and walked around sherway gardens with fil, he sauntered behind me a ways to watch all the men leer at me. then we went to st. lawrence market then we rented jarhead then we watched it then we watched saturday nite live and ate the stinky italian cheese i bought from the market. oh fil got some new running shoes that are to die for and i picked them out and i can’t stop thinking about them.

and my stilettos are still up for grabs and no they do not look as worn IRL as they do in that first top picture and the bottom yeh i walked thru a fucking october field wearing them so what who needs to see the bottom of a shoe?