Fact: I was verbally acosted by an indian man and his daughter yesterday.

Another Fact: I screamed the "F" word at the top of my lungs yesterday.

You do the math.

busy busy busy. can't sleep, can't eat, can't breathe without thinking about fashion. it makes me want to die.

what i need is a long bath and someone to hold hands with.

if you would like to marry me i only have one stipulation:
i must walk down the isle to steve perry's oh sherrie.

let me know if you are interested.

i had a dream about the drummer from sum 41 and it brought back my eigth grade crush.

also im pretty sure god hates me because i couldnt open a door in the building the other day like that dumb bitch on Running in Heels.

I'm single. And mildly adorable.

If you could only see the way she loves me

then maybe you could understand

why i feel this way

about our love

and what i must do

if you could only see

how blue

her eyes

can be

when she says

when she says she loves me

this is sung by jeffery's uncle, btw. i dont know which one that is, btw. this song sucks, btw