11:27PM - oh I FUCKIN WISH!!!
Seductive Vampy: You were made to make a grand
entrance, from that revealing ensemble to those
come hither eyes. You are the sex scene. It's
because of you that Goth girls have reputations
as being total sex bombs. Go on, you know
you're gorgeous and so does everyone else. This
makes it a bit hard for your friends not to
backstab you, they're so jealous of you aren't
they? Your life revolves around what
parties/clubs you are going to attend and which
sexy new boi you are going to snare. You can
dress yourself well, regardless of how much
money you have to spend and you always look
glamorous. Most people tend to think you are a
shallow slut; however there is more going on
then they could ever know. You're certainly not
stupid. You've realised that life is too short
to be chained to one unappreciative guy. You
wear your slinky, sheer dress and skirts so
that maximum flesh exposure is guaranteed. Your
motto is "Catch me if you can"
What is your style of Gothic Beauty?
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11:36PM - Feast tonight my pretties, for tomorrow...you shall be dead!!!
Ok, so the other night...HUGE spider in my bath tub. Scared the unholy out of me. I grabbed my can of volumizing mousse ( yes I use hair products, up yer arse ) and just doused the bastard. Mwahaha. So...5 minutes ago, I go to the bathroom, glance into the tub & fuckin ANTS! doing the clean-up for me. Which is good, because I really didn't want to wipe up the spider...they have a thing about coming back to life. So, I'm going to let them finish off the spidy carcass...and when they are done, BAM! Raid spray alllll along the bathtub, and whatnot. Ha! I'm so cruel. I keep telling Dad we need to re-caulk the hall bathroom ( which isn't the only thing around here that needs a good "caulking" hehe ) because the fuckin ants come in after I shower, for the water. Ugh...so gross.
So yesterday, I finally hung out with Rachel *Hiiiiii Racheeeeeeeel!!!!!!*
I, had a blast. Rachel=good people. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd get me loaded. Hehe, sorry if I had any drunken misbehaviour. I'm a horrible drunky!!! Next time I have greenery, we are soooo playing a Cheech & Chong smoking game. Be a dear, & have one of the movies loaded up when I get there. We're getting toasted, nicely toasted. Or I could borrow Psycho Beach Party & we can play the multiple personalities gets you high game. Whatevers yer pleasure luv.
Did I write about Oneata Gorge? I dont remember...hrm.
I think, I'm going to dye my hair back to a semi-normal tone. Um, the blue has already faded out from one washing & it looks like shit. SO, yeah. I've done my outrageous hair thing. I'm pacified. I think I'll just go back to Chocolate Cherry & just save money for some falls & dreads peices from www.divaluxe.com
Sure, they are spendy, but...I dont ever, ever, want to bleach my hair out & dye it a color that doesn't even last a fucking week.
Oh, if anyone spots a fine, skinny buttrock boy at Beaverton Transit Center...kindly alert me, after telling him that I want his junk.
He was wearing, wife beater & tight secksee Dickeys. Holding drum sticks ( I think ) wild, beautifully styled yet totally out of control blonde hair...spike bracelet, kinda pale...just, beautiful boi in general. MmMm...lets see, I was out in Beaverton...Wednesday, at the transit center around 10 or 10:30pm. I'm wondering if I should go back there around the same time? See if he's there? Work up the balls to attempt to hump his pretty little leg or what? Hrm.
Going to Amanda's tomorrow, then back to Beaverton to fill out an application. I tried to call Angela *grumble* to get her address so I can put her down as employment reference or something...she didn't answer the phone. Bitch.
I SO hope I get this job. I really, really need it. I think work is the key to my sanity right now. I need something to keep me busy, that doesn't involve dating someone *hehe* Unless fine drummer boi needs a personal bitch. Then, screw work, I'll be screwing him. *cackle*
So yeah, gonna go um, look for...stuff on the web. Can't stay up all night tonight, I have to wake up early if I dont want to get stranded in Beaverton again. That was no fun. I want to get there by 4 or 5, maybe talk to Rach when she gets off of work. Hope they dont hate me because of my hideous hair. *sigh*
OH!!! This crazy motherfucking crack whore, gets on the MAX last night. Starts scremaing her head off about her dog pen & taking the occasional guzzle from a Icehouse tall boy. Um, she starts talking to these black chicks, that I'm sitting by. They are cracking up, because this bitch, is OBVIOUSLY not right. One even says it to her face. But when I look in her direction, she says to me, "YOU GOT A PROBLEM?!" uh...right. Racist bitch. Doesn't say jack CRAP to the chick who said, "I'm movin, dis bitch is CRAZY!" but when I give her a sideways glace...I HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM!!! Of course I had a problem, but uh, I'm not going to be stupid & say I have one to someone who is off in the head you know? That's just saying that you want your eyeballs gouged out by a cheap manicure, probably provided by a pimp. *cough*
People are so amusing sometimes...
Elizabeth
Current mood: 
horny
Current music: Coal Chamber--Sway