Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
cookie face
cutest picture evaaa.
So I drove Cus to JFK the other night at 3 am, shortly after we consumed lots of McDonald's and watched some episodes of Spongebob. And now he is basking in the sun in California, and I am sitting here freezing because Gloria doesn't believe in heat. Come home soon babehhh :)
Going to Philly tomorrow with Chelsea to eat Thai food with my brother and Katie, and also get my Caesar tattoo!
ok bai
really love this song lately
Down here where the heat's so fine
I'll drink to your health and you'll drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia, get our chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England
BUt none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Got a house, the jewels, the Italian race car
They don't make us feel better about who we are
I got termites in the framework, so do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivolous spending
It's gone on like this, for three years I guess
And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across it's bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies
I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do
And the fights, and the lies that we both love to tell
Fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
I got pudding for a backbone, but so do you
La la la
Hey hey.
I'll drink to your health and you'll drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia, get our chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England
BUt none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Got a house, the jewels, the Italian race car
They don't make us feel better about who we are
I got termites in the framework, so do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivolous spending
It's gone on like this, for three years I guess
And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across it's bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies
I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do
And the fights, and the lies that we both love to tell
Fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
I got pudding for a backbone, but so do you
La la la
Hey hey.
Friday, January 1, 2010
new year's ruled
Lots of sparkly outfits, champagne, beer, midnight kisses, dancing on tables, weed, kissing my boyfriend, ramen noodles, and finally passing out in Cus's bed. Now I am sitting in my pajamas, watching The Office, waiting for him to come home. And listening to Sam vomit in the other room. Success.
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