e_loveless

dear boys.
telling me i have "nice fucking tits" and going on about your "horse cock" is not the key to getting into my pants. please refrain from saying either of the above or i may have to castrate you.
thanks,
fp.

last night was fun.
incredibly fun.
until megan ditched us for the boy.
douche.
then i said some things to kate that i...
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you're a fucking douchebag.
today i had a peanut butter sandwich for lunch.
and pranced around the office in my little black skirt.
okay, i didn't really prance.
and i bailed.
i'm so beyond done.
we need a new word for done.
that's all you need to know.

the past few days have been spent recovering from warped tour.
oddly enough i wasn't hungover, even with how fucking drunk i was.
we didn't actually see a full set.
and i missed the offspring because megan wouldn't finish her goddamn beer.
i wasn't pleased.
but yes, i was lucky enough to receive second degree burns on my shoulders and neck from the day.
i'm...
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a. today i had the mother of all migraines. i spent the day in bed, whimpering for someone to shoot me. sadly, no one was around to put me out of my misery.
b. theatre-going for the third night this week. the island was decent i suppose. scarlett johansson is lovely. simply lovely.
c. blue koolaid slushy rock my socks.
d. but not more than...
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today i slept until 3.
and then lounged for a few hours.
then i went to see the wedding crashers with megan and kate.
i enjoy those girls..
1. the people beside me were feeding each other popcorn and it made me throw up in my mouth a little.
b. 'yeah? well the proper girl with the hat just eye fucked the shit out of...
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today i discovered i have freckles in the shape of the big dipper on my shoulder.
today i ate far too many cherries.
mmm cherries.
and i thought of a new photo idea that needs to be elaborated on.
pictures to come later.
i need someone who's willing to die in a playground.
anyone?
i can't pay you, but i will give you prints as...
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this morning, i woke up in the arms of a man i didn't recognize.
i frantically searched for the lost bits of my soul that we're carelessly
flung between the sheets.
i tiptoed out of his grasp and made the long walk-of-shame home, wrapped
in a cotton bedsheet, the long forgotten bits of self-respect trailing behind
me as i went.
i stopped, only once, to...
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i've exhausted every resource.
i sat on queen street for three hours.
and sold one picture.
for six dollars. ugh.
i give up.
it wasn't meant to be.
*sighs* i tried, pickle. i tried.
i need to smarten the fuck up.
enough with the retarded, unrealistic goals.
you're a failure.
just accept it and move on.
sleep now.

i wannnnnt onnnnnnnne.
and yes. i am a big fucking nerd. thank you for asking.