|Current mood:|| accomplished|
|Current music:||sparta. again.|
the best thing ever
wal-mart shopping. bowl smoking. newport smoking. bowl smoking. slurpee drinking. bitchin. *sigh*
man tonight at wal-mart i bought a new bag. and i went back for that lipstick i talked myself out of a few nights ago. i am so weak. its called star struck and its bright pink-red with subtle sparkles. man i am the shit.
im going to start posting my new poems so if anyone actually reads this, feel free to play editor.
i shouldnt have lent saves the day to rayray. i really want to listen to it right now. *sigh* but i suppose he needed it more than i do.