i am regretting the shorter bangs thing cos when i wake up it looks like i am wearing the gayest wig ever and my hair is what it looked like when i was in grade 8 like stupid I AM GROWING UP LOOK AT ME BECOMING A GROWNED WOMAN look and then it is half greasy sweaty dry crackly hay that’s resting a centimeter above my eyebrows like i just learned how to put hair on today first time ever.

i am going to go buy the dress i coudn’t buy the other day cos i had insufficient funds cos well long story it was pretty embarrassing and then we went to the body shop and i said to lise hey i wish they had the strawberry scented perfume they discontinued it then this random chick points to the strawberry scented bottle and i am like THANKS excuse me while i hit every store in this mall to be humiliated, corrected, ‘dissed and embarrassed bye.

last nite during wastification at the bar i gave this guy i sort of know cut-eye but in a jokey way and he’s all what the hell was that look for and i’m all I’M BEING FUNNY. i guess i wasn’t but now i think about it i think fuck that was funny even though it really wasn’t. you know like so unfunny and inappropriate that it’s funny? no?

maybe if he read my blog he would understand how funny i am not which brings it ’round full-circle to hilarious wow i am so glad to be over-analyzing this.