courtesy of tricia's tag... 5 bad habits.
1. i take things too personally. i'm super sweet sixteen like that, thinking the world revolves around me.
2. i leave tissue everywhere. half used. not entirely used. but sometimes half.
3. i misplace many things. im very forgetful. i left ice cream out to thaw one night, forgot about it, and saw it sitting out the next morning.
4. i have what my mother calls "big eyes". i notice a lot. i look at things i probably shouldn't look at. i'm nosy like that, all up in your business.
5. i'm a victim of one of the seven deadly sins... well not a victim yet because i'm not dead: gluttony. i'm only now finally starting to balance out my weight that's been iffy since starting college. and i think it's just because i don't eat meat as much anymore. well, the aerobics classes might be a factor too.
saturday night... but i had an eventful weekend. for better or worse, i guess. i spent way way way outside of my means. technically not because that's what savings are for, somewhat, but what can you do. ae jeans fit like heaven. my hair is short and black. i love it, but we'll see how i feel when i actually have to style it myself. i also got makeup, earrings, a skirt, a belt.. it felt like more than that.
i'm... searching.
all you need to know is im not a ho, and to get with me you better be chief lots o dough.
girls, girls, girls is my favourite jay z song of all time. and that's a hard one to figure out too because he's fantastic. and i want a busta rhymes greatest hits cd. i dont think it exists.
rachael ray is coming to sur la table in san jose december fifth. i want to go. i want to skip school and have her sign my e.v.o.o. i'm so not even kidding about any of this.
a hypochrondriac who says "ouch!" before i whip it out.
it's times like these where i wish i smoked. honestly. but it's too expensive and it hurts my throat to even inhale 2nd hand smoke so that's a no.
i'm seeing my parents tomorrow. lately ive been having really good visits with them. im grateful there's one thing that's been relatively easy to handle.
jay to the z...flow with me...
i think im going to go watch either finding nemo or sisterhood of the traveling pants while straightening my hair tonight. and maybe read over some stuff for american justice class.
i'm a pimp in every sense of the word...
oh, jayz. now you're with beyonce; those st. tropez pictures look pretty damn cozy to me. you're so not forever mackin.
1. i take things too personally. i'm super sweet sixteen like that, thinking the world revolves around me.
2. i leave tissue everywhere. half used. not entirely used. but sometimes half.
3. i misplace many things. im very forgetful. i left ice cream out to thaw one night, forgot about it, and saw it sitting out the next morning.
4. i have what my mother calls "big eyes". i notice a lot. i look at things i probably shouldn't look at. i'm nosy like that, all up in your business.
5. i'm a victim of one of the seven deadly sins... well not a victim yet because i'm not dead: gluttony. i'm only now finally starting to balance out my weight that's been iffy since starting college. and i think it's just because i don't eat meat as much anymore. well, the aerobics classes might be a factor too.
saturday night... but i had an eventful weekend. for better or worse, i guess. i spent way way way outside of my means. technically not because that's what savings are for, somewhat, but what can you do. ae jeans fit like heaven. my hair is short and black. i love it, but we'll see how i feel when i actually have to style it myself. i also got makeup, earrings, a skirt, a belt.. it felt like more than that.
i'm... searching.
all you need to know is im not a ho, and to get with me you better be chief lots o dough.
girls, girls, girls is my favourite jay z song of all time. and that's a hard one to figure out too because he's fantastic. and i want a busta rhymes greatest hits cd. i dont think it exists.
rachael ray is coming to sur la table in san jose december fifth. i want to go. i want to skip school and have her sign my e.v.o.o. i'm so not even kidding about any of this.
a hypochrondriac who says "ouch!" before i whip it out.
it's times like these where i wish i smoked. honestly. but it's too expensive and it hurts my throat to even inhale 2nd hand smoke so that's a no.
i'm seeing my parents tomorrow. lately ive been having really good visits with them. im grateful there's one thing that's been relatively easy to handle.
jay to the z...flow with me...
i think im going to go watch either finding nemo or sisterhood of the traveling pants while straightening my hair tonight. and maybe read over some stuff for american justice class.
i'm a pimp in every sense of the word...
oh, jayz. now you're with beyonce; those st. tropez pictures look pretty damn cozy to me. you're so not forever mackin.
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