10-07-04/5:01 PM

hi thurr.
so i'mma just go pick me up a copy of "the complete idiots guide to islam" now n' get my middle-eastern intellect on my hip-hop thug,
dude,
what's wrong with the library?

any hoo ...

i just spent half of an hour reading victoria beckham's autobiography. i sincerely enjoy autobiographies. i try to ignore the fact that every other word has been edited for a "smoother read" n' instead try to focus on the positives, like, hilarious personality quirks, or, say, romantic inclinations -
speaking of which,
i'm done with that shit.
i ain't sure when homeboy reverted back into a general boy instead of deeply-troubled-yet-emotionally-in touch-homomanic,
or if that comparison was ever really relivant,
but we aren't even talking so i couldn't even tell you. (i think he thought i wanted to be his girlfriend?)

the important things to focus on here, internet, is that somebody spilled fruit punch all over this key board, that i still really dislike joggers, and that dude is more or less a chump.
and also my fucking pheonominal new hi-top reeboks. i feel like everytime i walk anywhere it's going to turn into a spurratic dance party the likes of which are FUCKING CRAZY!(!!!)
you know billy bragg has a biography put out by virgin records? ain't that kind of a dull hypocrisy?

1. i wish i had more people to call for casual sex as all of my other contacts have become emotionally attatched in one-way-or-another which makes for more of a bad crossword than a fun wordsearch.
2. thanksgiving is going to be a huge dreamy sandwich of booze and best buddies - with or without traditional clothing.
3. heck yeah!