Now you see me for who i am.

whats up with moral fiber/ gun powder.

I wish i was rich enough to bathe in lanvin eclat d'arpege in one of those scary bath tubs you see mostly in horror movies and pamper myself with Japanese seaweeds- the crispy dried one i mean. Unfortunately it's impossible to do that because smelling a high dosage of the perfume will eventually make me throw up. And pampering myself with seaweed instead of chocolates or strawberry's or whatever those classy bimbotic -romantically challenged snobs prefers would only make me, weird and un-classy??- if you catch my drift. seaweeds are the shit i'm telling you.

HI, I'm starting on my new job soon. Still struggling with this and that. Nothing new. It has always been the same old same old. Just been hanging out with the supra's, ice creams, dgk, lrd, hustle tree bunch. All's good. Mr Jeremy cunt is still in New Zealand and wont be back till the end of dec. My cousin kristen will still be dropping by to visit me from the US. I don't know how things are gonna be once they're here. Giselle will be flying off to LA this Sunday. Bullocks mom just arrived this afternoon from a 10 day business trip from Korea(Seoul). Gee tell me whens my turn to have all this commotion in my system. I need my ultimate getaway. I need the northern lights. my beautiful Aurora borealis. Not a darn fever. I don't need no fever right now. feeeeeeeeeeeeverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. hey fever rhymes with beaverrrrrr and quiverrrrrrrrrrr and shiverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr which is all part of feeeeeeeeeeverrrrrrrrrrr. SCHISS!

On the brighter key, my finger nails are bluish purplish now. And i have a tiny scar on the left side of my left foot. and I've been craving for yogurt and slurpee. And i like how Germans says schiss- shit. I've got my bangs again cus i just loved them oh so much but I'm utterly grossed by the fact that I'm losing hair. I thought I've mention about this sometime back already right? So i don't think I'm gonna elaborate much. Instead, Screw cup noodles and instant noodles and 7 eleven for selling those hair lost chemicals. they're ruining my freaking life.

....although what i really wanna do in life- if i had the choice on an average scale would be to choose to sit all day long on the couch, watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into my mouth. now how's that for a wacky loser life?

Wait up, could you guys give me 3 secs. That old man needs a spank on his right butt cheek. Silencio old man, take a chill pill will ya. Infact take 3 of it. That'll shut you up. You're causing my rectums to have headaches.

♥g.d.t