jackthegirl

"lost cause" by beck is now my number one awesome. and that's that.

life drags. everything i want to do is pushed to the back burner again and again, and i am hinging on just three, JUST THREE emails that would brighten up my life immensely were they to appear in my inbox. is that too much to ask?

apparently.

so i left a few notes for myself during my drunken state, and though i like to think they reveal fundamental things about my character, it's really just me being silly. but hey, what's wrong with being silly? nothing. nothing is wrong with being silly.

me and the mall are in a love hate relationship. i'm all like "you're the fakest fake that ever faked" and it's like "yeah but you'll probably be working here this summer" and i'm like "fuck you" and i try not to show that i'm crying on the inside.

but i took pretty pictures of my face today and that always cheers me up.

i am the vainest of creatures.