February 2012
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I lost a poem.
It was beautiful. About the scent of a man. And its all gone due to some shit not wanting to respond. Beautiful words about how this mans smell makes me feel are lost. I blame Steve Jobs, Bill gates, Obama and whomever else is in charge. And fuck Condoleezza Rice too… >_> The fuck kinda rice is that anyway. I’m mad.
January 2012
Tonight
I am gonna turn on a buncha techno music, drink rum, and dance the fuck around by myself like its fucking 1998.
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I'm in those wretched pajama pants again
lacquerandcandy:
I feel like Diddy in these fucking pants..just the dance yo just the dance
Watch
Foxy Brown in 1998 Mistic Commercial.
*puts on black lipstick*
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Total Deductions: 338.61
That’s how much those bastards took out of my paycheck. DO YOU KNOW ALL OF THE FREAKING THINGS I COULD COLLECTIVELY BUY WITH THREE HUNDRED THIRTY EIGHT DOLLARS AND SIXTY ONE FUCKING CENTS?! DO YOU?! WELL, LET ME TELL YOU.
FOOD
FOOD
VODKA
WINE
PIZZA
FOOD
GAS
CAR PAYMENT
FOOD
WHISKEY
FOOD
NETFLIX PAYMENT
DORITOS
CHINESE FOOD
VODKA
TACO BELL
So unless the government is gonna...
Hey Joe,
let’s have dinner. like that one time. Let’s take a walk like in February. Let me play in you hair I want to pretend you’re mine. One last time. Like the last time.
December 2011
Dirt.
touch me. light your cigarette. wash your hands and leave the contraband. My skin’s sticky residue from when you dripped me. Vodka.
New Tumblr theme.
That I stole from someone else. Oh well.
hotncoldfuture asked: Sorry to hear that. I don't know how it is... but hope everything is going to be better. I'm wit a friend drinking some scotch. Cheers! Chat next week then...
December.
I haven’t left my house for a week. In case you haven’t known I got into a car wreck this past Friday while I was on my way to Rockefeller Center. The dude ran the red light and slammed right into me, spinning my car around. He bent the entire frame of my car kinda like a fortune cookie. The tendons in my knee are the only things that got hurt, thus taking me off of my feet for about...
November 2011
Joni Mitchell never lies;
But I do sometimes. and I love sometimes. And I drink sometimes. I’m dead sometimes. But right now I’m alive. running from the truths. the truth to my reality. The reality that lies to me.
I be tryin’ too hard.
For The Record: Kardashian
So we all heard the big news today and let me just say that the individuals that bash Kim for her decisions are just as pathetic as you accuse her to be.
Let’s think about it.
If you had millions and millions of dollars what stupid shit would you do with it? Exactly.
First of all, Kim Kardashian is a socialite. Her job is to be in the public eye. She gets paid for that weather you like it...
October 2011
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I have this poetry brewing inside of me, but I’m not drunk enough to get it out yet.