I'm sitting at the train station, freezing my ass off... so what do I do?
I smoke an effing cigarette and post to livejournal from my phone.
Whoa step back--- too cool.


Life.

I called my boss to tell her I was sick, so she brought me wonton soup.
True story.

I have been told that I am a maneater.
That's probably true.


Endtransmission. ♥

btw... I totally don't regret the whole Joe thing... because he's gotten buff as HELL over the summer.

Like seriously.
His arms are bigger than my head.

So I found out today that my friend Jen's boy friend, Nick, has been "using" my bra since I left it in their apartment.


My poor bra.
It's been vilolated.
:(



In other news, Joe (DBv2) showed up today. Apparently our other truck driver was sick and he was filling in.
I managed to be mad at him for a whole 20 minutes before I gave in and hooked up with him in the back room.


I fail.

I have bright orange nails.
Thatisall.
<3

i'm a dirty pirate hooker.







thankyouverymuch ♥

ineedtogetlaid.

that is all.

brett posted this on myspace.
i decided i really liked it.



"You should make amends with you, if only for better health.


But if you really want to live, why not try and make yourself?









Redefine."