ok, i can’t look at britney’s face anymore
everytime i open this page.
ugh.
look at this instead.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
old yeller
dude.
someone needs to stop her.
no not paula, nicole, or l.lohan.
let em live.
fuck it party & bullshit girls you’re doing just fine.
and please, no one cares about jennifer anniston.
if my man left me for angelina jolie, you’d pretty much find me belly up with two empty pill bottles & couple empty magnums of vodka at my bedside.
but britney!
dude.
hello?
they say all press is good press.
but for fukkssake.
i’d pretty much off myself if i were her.
i’ve been saying it for years….
but just like when old yeller got rabid with the rabies….
someone needs to put her outta her misery.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
home is where i want to be.
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(so i) guess i must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It’s ok i know nothing’s wrong . . nothing
xanax & a mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwich.
and a wish for a time machine to change my mind about coming “home” to visit.
fuck.
i hate this place.
Friday, January 19, 2007
i’m in pennsy
exciting, i know.
with bailey!
torturing him with this spotted green monkey thing… which ps. i caught him trying to hump. pervy dog.
athena picked me up from the train station & we went tanning.
you can see 1 of my 3 scars in this one, directly below the heart. weird. i almost died. thats what i think when i see those scars. weird.
being here is weird.
i can’t even call it home.
i’m stealing a ton of photos from this house to exploit my youth on here.
mostly ones of me & my little brother.
not much to else to say.
oh! my driving has improved.
its been a year since i drove.
but i was okay.
i did almost hit 2 deer though.
at least it wasn’t an owl.
