stacy has challenged me to add descriptions to my work. and so i have updated nearly all of my deviations. enjoy...blah

so..i got a mac powerbook for graduation........i'm never going back to pc, lol......ironically i'm on a pc right now, but that's not the point!! shut up! *runs away to play with laptop*

ok, so for those of you who want the whole story in it's entirety (spelled that wrong didn't i?) here is is....... so kitty's party is tonight, i've been totally excited for it, i bought a spiffy wig, stripped stockings, and have been oh so happy to do it. i'm driving down the freeway close to nine p.m., so i just assume that everyone is at the club already.......when i get downtown i call, and they are still at tierra's. so i start heading for tierra's house, and i miss stanton street accidentally and i go on to cambelle (spelled that wrong to huh?) at the intersection of montana and cambelle i see something in the road, so instead of risking hiting it with my tire and having a blowout in the middle of the intersection...i try to swerve around it......oh so bad idea......because who comes up right next to me as i'm doing this? none other than a big ass chevy truck into which my left front corner goes flying into. luckily, i wasn't hurt, and neither were any of the people in the other car....in fact the damn truck only had a tiny little dent on the bottom. my car on the other hand now has a huge crack in the front left side and the blink went flying out of the car.........so yay, not like i need to save money for anything, let's just blow it on bodywork for a 10 year old piece of shit pontiac. and to make things even worse, i have to go straight home....missing the big party........and going home with an unsused wig, a banged up car, a ticket, useless stipped stockings, 8 bucks worth of fruit which i will not be eating......and all in a generally pissed off mood. oh, and get this, the cop gives me the ticket (which he had all right to seeing as how i was the one who swerved) but he gives me a ticket for trying to turn left from the middle lane(what?!!??) because "judging from the skid marks it looks like you were trying to make a left turn, and i can't see any evidence of there being anything in the road to swerve for" ugh..... all i can say is that i better be able to see stacy tommorrow, or i'm going to be very sad. and if tierra's mom ever reads this, thank you soo much, your being there tonight really meant a lot to me. and now i must go off and pout, until next time "drink your ovaltine!" *gags* *walks out*

once again, with nothing in particular to write about i sit here when i should probably get some sleep. one more full week of school left. thank gawd, i'll finally be out of this machine and be free to put some thought into my life. ok....why the hell am i writing, i mean really.....stupid journals...oh well, couple more months and i'll be in boston....then i'll have plenty to write about. oh well. just have to wait. tootles to whatever poor sould actually spends the time to read this shit... here's a chunk of meat to chew on..... if you don't pay a prostitute is it rape or theft?...or something else...eh? eh?..think about it.....then go rape your reflection. aaaaannndd, i'm spent, goodnight compton!!

so...i walk up to the guy and in simple words explain to him how inexplicitly apalling his face is...after which i giggled and appologized to the monkey....or did i? eh? eh?.....think about that.....*runs away in fear of the monkey*