peter peter pumpkin eater.

file this one under "a new low": cocoa bean mugatu now has a facebook.

that is all.

oh the places you'll go.

mixed reactions to my tooth necklace so far. some say its a new low, some think it is wonderful. all i think is that i need more teeth pulled. i probz only really need the front four for my continued survival, you know?

more upsetting than this though, or the surgery as a whole, is the fact that at the spray tan party my mommy let anne go in twice and me only go in once.

vicodin? i still don't enjoy it. just feels like im swallowing money that could be in my pocket every time i take one. you want some vicodin?

BUY YOUR OWN, WHITE BOY!

at heathers babysitting. HOLLA!! how does hayley feel under my ass? HAHAHA SHES ALREADY IN BED!!! in the absence of being allowed to drink alcohol, at the risk of dry sockets, painkiller overdose, blah blah blah blah blah, i've brought some knitting to do. hardly seems like a fair trade.

goodnight, moon.

what makes me cry probz more than anything is reading about/looking at pictures from world war two. curious. thats a bunker from normandy. it looks like star wars, though.

my dad meant to call me a douchenozz today i believe cos me and the littlest bandy it about incessantly, but instead referred to me as, while i can only guess at the spelling, as a "douchemah". its almost like the time he was driving me to a show and asked if i was planning on joining in the "nosh pit".