THAT PICKLE WON
i can't seem to get my cock hard for this, this BLOG. what a stupid word. it's not a word. it's stupid. anyways. what's good (to me) are these things:
1. the dean's out tomorrow so baby can wear jeans
2. i'm house/dogsitting starting this eve' which is a little extra grip in my pocket
3. i'm going to this ABC Trading Co. shop tomorrow at lunch and i know i'm gonna find something that'll be cheap and fun; i've never been to this store but i know it can't be half bad if it's run by asians and it's totally crowded with shit. canal street in a box, in st. louis.
4. boxing on saturday night
5. the funky fresh dope pink, black and white puma anjans that were calling my name in the window at a store whose name i can't recall but they might be mine. my precious.
6. this orbit gum, the bubble mint kind? fantas'!!!
that might be it. but that's better than nothing i s'pose. oh! ludacris was great, thanks for reminding me. i didn't (can you fucking believe it? i can't) bone him or vice versa BUT, when he was doing that thing that people do when they're onstage performing hit after hit and they put their hand down to feel the crowd (or give 'em dap, whatev), we did touch hands. needless to say, this hand is now growing fungi. what if i didn't wash my hand because we low-fived? or middle-fived? or side-fived? anyway, that's the closest i got. i did park my Chippy right behind that purple HOTlanta tour bus though. bet.
the above mentioned pumas or pink low converse?
the tough decisions i have to make. it's hard being me. i got this kickass palette from my pal that was just in town last night. a nice cheeks & lips (that sounds so dirty!) palette from NARS. it's badass. it's tits. and a new facial cleanser so i can throw that stupid fucking bullshit recommended shit from Philosophy out the window. that shit didn't do a gaddampt thing but make me kinda break out more. i don't need/want that. no way. i don't know why i tried to change up that particular routine. i thought with a name like Purity, that cleanser would do the trick. depends on what your definition of pure is i guess. fucks. if a stranger were to take a gander at my make up, he/she would think that i was some kind of fancy pants with money to spare what with all the unnecessary eye shadows and what not, but in truth, i've only spent about $40 on ALL of it. that's powder, a big make up brush and mascara - that's where my hard-earned $ went. that's it. it's quite nice. i like to at least give off the impression that i'm too sexy for your Maybelline.
boy but it's a gorgeous day outside. it's almost too windy, but it's still nice-a-roo. and you know it's gotta be something if i go the extra mile to not only mention it, but to add the "a-roo" on there. that's something. and i'm not trying to fill some space either..........
and i'm finished.
1. the dean's out tomorrow so baby can wear jeans
2. i'm house/dogsitting starting this eve' which is a little extra grip in my pocket
3. i'm going to this ABC Trading Co. shop tomorrow at lunch and i know i'm gonna find something that'll be cheap and fun; i've never been to this store but i know it can't be half bad if it's run by asians and it's totally crowded with shit. canal street in a box, in st. louis.
4. boxing on saturday night
5. the funky fresh dope pink, black and white puma anjans that were calling my name in the window at a store whose name i can't recall but they might be mine. my precious.
6. this orbit gum, the bubble mint kind? fantas'!!!
that might be it. but that's better than nothing i s'pose. oh! ludacris was great, thanks for reminding me. i didn't (can you fucking believe it? i can't) bone him or vice versa BUT, when he was doing that thing that people do when they're onstage performing hit after hit and they put their hand down to feel the crowd (or give 'em dap, whatev), we did touch hands. needless to say, this hand is now growing fungi. what if i didn't wash my hand because we low-fived? or middle-fived? or side-fived? anyway, that's the closest i got. i did park my Chippy right behind that purple HOTlanta tour bus though. bet.
the above mentioned pumas or pink low converse?
the tough decisions i have to make. it's hard being me. i got this kickass palette from my pal that was just in town last night. a nice cheeks & lips (that sounds so dirty!) palette from NARS. it's badass. it's tits. and a new facial cleanser so i can throw that stupid fucking bullshit recommended shit from Philosophy out the window. that shit didn't do a gaddampt thing but make me kinda break out more. i don't need/want that. no way. i don't know why i tried to change up that particular routine. i thought with a name like Purity, that cleanser would do the trick. depends on what your definition of pure is i guess. fucks. if a stranger were to take a gander at my make up, he/she would think that i was some kind of fancy pants with money to spare what with all the unnecessary eye shadows and what not, but in truth, i've only spent about $40 on ALL of it. that's powder, a big make up brush and mascara - that's where my hard-earned $ went. that's it. it's quite nice. i like to at least give off the impression that i'm too sexy for your Maybelline.
boy but it's a gorgeous day outside. it's almost too windy, but it's still nice-a-roo. and you know it's gotta be something if i go the extra mile to not only mention it, but to add the "a-roo" on there. that's something. and i'm not trying to fill some space either..........
and i'm finished.
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