I feel pretty.

buy me something nice.

Looking back at my life and the shit I've done I wonder why the fuck I made so many stupid mistakes.

The only thing I regret is not trying in school, my motivation and lack of energy may have just barely got me through school, but I never accomplished anything.

blah blah blah, it's only my fault, and Im a lazy, spoiled bitch... and that's what you get when you never try in life.

I've simmered down on experimentation, although some opium topped pot might be nice now... and I still want to see One night in Paris, and Racheal Rotten in action... I want to see Ron Jeremy back in the 70's, back when he wasn't fat.

I want Travis to write me little notes when I feel bad, I want him to do the little things I do for him to me.

I want to fuck on a park bench... in a phone booth or in the dressing rooms in Kmart.

I need to set my priorities straight.

I'm done with xanga....

I'm addicted to myspace:

www.myspace.com/languageartsy

hearts express bloody tubes and burning infernos. Don't eat jalepenos, they always end up betraying your heart.

I practice sheep counting quite often, as it is a scared pastime in my family. Insomniacs make the  best lovers because we're up all night.

I HATE how environmentally-friendly water is... always thinking it's better than everything else because it's renewable.

I'll type a bit before I dine:

motorcar shaped floureseant bimbo moonlight

in the shape of a car, nonethe less, At midnight where the elder dine and the younger chime.

Sometimes perhaps, we'd like to dream of places other than London, other than places where dragons reside resiude untyimed unright in tonys caverbous head. sorrty if mny fingers arent hitting the right things but all is right or so it seems  i wish you were ll here with me i wish oh i wish in vaiun.