I thought about how in thirty years everyone i know is going to be significantly uglier, not me, I'll age well, I'll age gracefully...plastic surgery, B4 und 4fter. Seriously, I hope I don't fail at life, I want to be a "fuckable forty." A fucking fuckable fucking forty. OKAY!? Quote me on that.
James Saint James refered to me as a "fabulous loon" but the babe still won't write me back.
My band needs to get signed and I don't know where! I want to record the EP, it's going to be amazing, mark my WORDS! I'm really feeling the need to be in a corn maze this autumn, halloween season, fall, whatever. I love the fall and i'm totally excited about it. Selbstopfer has a show in the fall, come to it.
I might contract the asiatic flu in a few days, my brother apparently has it, and so does my mother. He got it from a black lesbian (asian talk everyone, "Brack Resbian" (oh my god, i'm so, so, sorry))Apparently there was a crazy-ass outbreak of the asiatic flu in the 50's...what the fuck.
I have so much summer work, fuck hemmingway, i got really good lipgloss tonight, it's bad ass, yes, bad ass lipgloss, there is such a thing. It's in a jelly packets that feels like (what i would imagine) a breast implant would feel like.
Post-op or Pre-op, i'll never be your type.