first of all...

amy winehouse is the fucking shit.

second of all: dear dad, please don't notice i got breast implants.

third of all, these are hoodoos:
fourth of all, why the fuck was ANYone surprised that snoop got arrested for drugs again? of COURSE snoop stays high, come on. That's like being surprised that models do coke. oh wait, that did surprise everyone. everyone is retarded.

tell me snoop isn't the shit. any man that can rock pigtails and girl glasses and look straight pimp is alright in my book.

fifth of all, i always run from the bouquet when the bride throws it at a wedding. i'm afraid of the bouquet. and probably marriage, too.

sixth of all this is my blog and if i want to write random ass boring shit i can because it is mine.

seventh of all, here is a pic from the archives. it means i will fukk you up at dominos.i'm talking shit with my eyebrows. and notice the concentration. i'm counting bones, ya'll.

eigth and final of all, another archival gem (i hate the word gem, by the way. it really annoys me but i used it anyway...) the girl on the left is one of my favorite people in the world and the girl on the right is one of those people who was a good friend for about ten minutes and then dissapeared into the void where people go and are never heard from again. i think she's in oregon but it wouldn't surprise me if by now she was a smackhead in some haitian alley. but nothing really surprises me anymore.
one time we went to a club together and ended up in an asian mafia car buying ecstasy in front of the SFPD at eight in the morning. the car was a honda civic, of course.
(sorry mom. you want to read my blog, you get to hear uncensored drug stories.)