uhh, I reach down between my legs n' ease the seat back

so.

thank god for bv.

we were talking last night and i got pretty honest - all during therapy all these grown ass men were talking about how they can't stop watching the news and we should be grateful and blah blah blah that we have what we have and honestly - all i could think about - was where the fuck was that lacoste bag i ordered on monday and that i fit honestly into a twenty-seven at forever 21.

honestly how long can i be twenty-one?

i'm sorry - but when i came home and told on myself and a few people told me that i'm not as bad as i think (i mean i do have some philanthropist ideals) - i still couldn't spark that haitian fire and i drove right by the spirit fm truck parked outside walmart with customers using the carts to bring just boughten water and crackers and junk... yup... i went and got my nails done.

they look bomb - for the record.

i am going to a meeting tonight and for overpriced coffee. i might do the whole - beep and wait thing because i am wearing a new sweatshirt and (the above mentioned) jeans and her dogs might make them stinky - and i plan on wearing it all again tomorrow.

jdg and all.