kronos

dude.
i may have to bail on friday night. :[
i've got ANOTHER goddamn biopsy scheduled that afternoon and i may not feel much like getting out and hanging at the studio and all that shit. i blew off my last appointment too, so i'm being forced to go this time. plus they're going to tell me if it's malignant or benign so that's a big deal.
UGH THIS SUCKS SO BAD.

DUDE!
good news on so many fronts. i'm celebrating my ass off tonight. :]
i'll be at the studio in about 20 minutes. i'm going down early because cameron's spinning tonight and i need to get the eraserhead soundtrack to him asap, but i'll be there all night if you want to come later. i know you're working tonight so you might not be down, BUT there's always tomorrow night if you don't want to come tonight. up to you, but i'll be there.

haha i do that! i don't think i've NOT burned a pizza since 1996.

who?

Sorry about your computer, glad you can get it fixed under warranty. Congrats on finishing school!

i'm sure on my next check-up, i'll have the goddamn swine flu and there'll be nothing i can do about it. boo hoo. >:[

bitch update yo blogggg.

fuck florida. and while we're at it, fuck sliced bread too! (a classic!)
oh, and fuck the hookah lounge. apparently the guy that owns it is stalking me too! :[ he asked me on a date the last time i went in, and i kind of blew him off to be sick at home for weeks on end. one of my friends (who goes to the lounge on a regular basis) said he's asked about me about a hundred times... IN LIKE TWO MONTHS. ugh. so you can go in and smoke and chill if you want to, i'm going to hide in the parking lot.

i am free tonight though! yay! and there's a party going on somewhere downtown that i heard about from some friends, that may or may not be worth checking out. i'm kinda hoping something's going on at the artchrival studio again this friday; last friday they had a dance party. it was 3 bucks to get in, and not only was there a dance floor but it was all you can smoke hookah too. i think they only had like two flavors but that's not the point. the point is, we may still be able to smoke AND hook up with cute dudes tonight! whoo! so let me know if you feel like getting out because i'm probably going either way.

i'm not sure what time the show is the 24th but i know it won't be til later that night. i'm going down early to get microdermal'd up and then hang out with chris and jeska, THEN going to the show and kicking some ass. you're totally welcome to come do half of it, or all of it, or none of it, or whatever. it's going to be a blasty-blast.

goddamn sliced bread, always fuckin' up my shit.

you didn't miss anything, it was way lame out. :[
we could maybe try getting out after i get home from illinois, in like two weeks. i'll have a buttload more cash to spend and hopefully i'll have my nose done by then too. i'm telling you, i have a piercing addiction.

oh oh! have you been watching this show, manswers, on spike tv?! it is goddamn awesome. did you know that a woman's index finger is longer than her ring finger, and a man's ring finger is longer than his index finger? that's how you can tell if a sexually androgynous person is male or female before you get them in the sack. and right now i'm learning how to tell if a girl has saggy boobs before she pops her wonderbra off. NEW FAVORITE SHOW!

i coulda told you that, about people caring about you AND about boys being assholes. girls are not any better so don't bother switching teams. at least with boys you pretty much know what's up, like you're interrupting them playing halo or they don't give a shit if your ass looks fat in that skirt because it's time for monday night football or they're out of frozen dinners and grocery shopping is your job. but with girls, you have weird shit to contend with. my stupid ass has to deal with both: hayley told me the other night that she was jealous that my boobs were perkier than hers. i am a 36b, she is a 34dd... so figure out that jealousy thing for me and then let me know how the fuck THAT works. but then she proceeded to yell at me for half an hour about vitamin c and cats and gas prices, and something about biopsy needles and why are they so big except to rape your spine. all of these things were (apparently?) being blamed on my boobs. the next day she blamed the entire thing on period cramps but mentioned that, wait, yeah, she was serious about my boobs being perkier than hers. and started the entire argument over again. when i tried to offer her some midol, i might as well have asked her to have sex with old people for rent money. she locked herself in the bathroom for three hours and only came out when i promised her we could adopt a kitten. she hasn't brought it up since. jacob, on the other hand, only gets pissy when i leave my clothes on the floor instead of the hamper or i don't rinse my plate before i stick it in the dishwasher. it's like living in a sitcom... except it's horrifying and real and there are bruises to prove it.

also, as soon as i refill my goddamn vicodin, we need to go to the hookah lounge and throw away our money. (but more like MY money, but more like my DAD'S money, amiright? ka-pow!) but it'll have to be next week because

one - i cannot function without vicodin, anymore. stupid leg.
two - i haven't seen you since i moved to nashville and back.
and three - they have this badass blend of shisha called "california somethingorother" that is essentially a smokable fruit salad. and if there's two things i like in life, it's smoking things and fruit salad. and vicodin. okay wait three things... yeah...

i am serious though. don't date girls. it ain't worth it.

amazing eyes

we need to hang soon... like before charlotte sometime.

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