sunglasses and advil, last night was mad real.

yo diamonds. listen. i went to the fabric store with my old lady today. for personal reasons, i don't actually go in fabric stores, which resulted in me sitting in the newport shopping center parking lot by myself for a little over an hour. i refreshed facebook on my phone about 300 times, took some cute selfsies, sober texted some people, and that was only in the first 5 minutes. my solitude caused me to have some kind of weird panic attack, which made me want to dye my hair. i decided i wanted to dye it a nice red to match the robe that Our Lady of Guadelupe is wearing in my necklace that i plan on wearing for a few months. so now i can legally say 'i have bright red hair and have homicidal thoughts', or at least, it will creep people out more when i say it now. GOD it feels good to not look nu metal anymore. now i just look like i never got the memo that 2004 ended. any way. last night was the mardi gras party at my brother's bar. got kind of drunk and saw a lot of boy's bathing suit areas, which is funny because it's totally not even bathing suit weather yet. feelin kind of gross right now. yesterday i was hungry, but didn't feel like getting out of my car, so i ordered 3 dozen hush puppies from KFC and i more or less minus the less ate all of them. now i'm double fisting beer and coffee bout to go drive around and show off my new do, maybe park outside of the strip club and see what happens. you know. sundays.

Way Of The Road

hello. good news! the tests have come back and i am NOT an alcoholic. i just went 3.5 days without drinking, therefor, you are gay. oh Queens, i've missed you. i don't really know what i've been doing. i'm on my third sick day in a row from work, and my body and soul are starting to feel a little brittle, but i guess that's the way of the road, the way she fuckin goes. i've been having some pretty dank back problems, which in my opinion were caused from my severe anxiety about whether or not to dye my hair brown. Freddie, my room mate/mother did this crazy shaman thing on me to find the source of my pain and she told me that i needed to take a day and just lay in bed and cry. so i've been calling off work and instead, popping muscle relaxers and watching Trailer Park Boys. if you add everything i just said up, you will realize how vulnerable i am feeling right now. OH! i almost forgot! i made a new frienemy!!! her name is 'Dirty Haired Russian Rose' and she likes to kiss girls and drink well vodka, as long as someone else is paying. that's about it. i'm kind of seeing this new guy. i met him on a cigarette break at work. he told me 'you are sexy for a white girl', and just like that, i knew i'd have trouble getting rid of him. His name is 'Minutes', cause he's always telling me to call him cause he just got some more minutes for his phone. i love my life!!!!!!! Here is a picture of some of my all time favorite homosexuals and another chart topping picture of my see-through new years eve shirt.

ok, here's a riddle for you. what if i'm wearing a see through shirt with a bra, leave with a group of guys no one has seen before, then show up a couple days later a little taller and just a tad less cynical? don't worry boys, i don't kiss and tell, i'm old fashioned that way! just like back ally abortions.