chrischick

Hahahahah.
Some guys have some fucking BALLS.
Lame-o wannabe rockstar dude calls me today...which of course I don't pick up...and leaves a message telling me to call him back...which I don't and don't plan to. And then my friend Jenny talks to her boyfriend, who is in the band. I guess Lame-O wants me to get his MOM and her friends into the Dokken show at my work Thursday night. I can't believe he has the NERVE to ask ME for a favor.

(For those of you not in the know, refer to the previous journal entry. Thankyoudrivethrough.)

It's almost laughable.

In other news, I rule.
The proof:


Lips. Yes...lips...um...3 in the morning at Jenny's?! C'mon I was bored and trying to be SEDUCTIVE!! And that's not a booger, it's my NOSE SCREW!


EVIL CHRIS!! I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL!!!!!!!!!


I figure since I am swearing off boys for a little while, I can branch out into other members of the animal kingdom. Meet my new boyfriend, Horatio. He is a hot piece of ass.



And of course, the new love of my life...my darling Jenny...I couldn't have gotten through all this bullshit without this girl...