woohoo. i will actually enjoy three whole days of fun.


i worked 10am-11pm yesterday. my weekend sucked.



the elmwood village: anyone in buffalo who thinks they have the right to be pretentious should be kicked in the ass. by me. its a strip. a street. hookers used to hang out there.




p.s. im obssessed with half-moon cookies, and the only place i can find them i bagel jay's. i know bagel jay. he's jewish. duh.


this post makes no sense.


my bday is in 13 days.

i love,


my mommy, my sister(if i don't say mom first, i may be struck down by a force of nature, or mother herself, my borther(when he is sane, which is basically never), my silly little boyfriend, the viscos(the whole fam, and esp. the message mr. visco leaves on (e:pauls) machine), the other two of the trio-terry and matthew, my granny.

wait, this is just too sappy.

im fucking tired after a 13 hour day. my car needs 300 worth of repair, and loan refunds are nowhere in fucking site. fuck me.

but anyway, i love my new job, and school is actually ok, minus the work part.

and, i love you all. and by that i mean, you had better show up at my bitches' house warmin' soiree next weekend. if you supposed to be there, you know who you is. yea.

p.s. i really am in love with my sister. and that fact that a huge bag of maria fell out of her bag today, and some hot man retrieved it for her. damn, id take it. even from a baby. but they don't smoke. or do they?

night.

im so excited! i haven't seen her since easter, i think? anyway, it's the longest we have gone without seeing eachother, kinda sad.

my new life consists of only work, school, sleeping and eating. i get one day off a week, in which i grocery shop, fold laundry, clean, and try to get other various tasks done. im not complaining, becausei chose this, and eventually my life will be better because of it, but right now, im tired!

today i have to pay parking tickets, got an inspection sticker, illegally, work, and do school work.

class calls....

(e:libertad) mentioned be braindead. i feel the same. i lready has so much busy work to do, from ecc nontheless. why do they give so much fucking homework?

i have to work 40 hrs, commute to work/school/home again, and try not to be a hughe bitch to my boyfriend. im not doing such a good job at any of these things.

argh.

good friends with paris hilton. we parited it up at my ub north penthouse, and went out and got wasted. i then decided to get a tattoo just above my left wrist on the underside of my arm thats says "i love elvis" see drawing below. paris got mad at me because i made a sarcastic remark and we made up and she gave me a plastic diamond necklace. wtf?

this is just one example of why not to take sudafed everyday.




p.s. after i woke up, in the dream i realized i was late for high school and was running down the halls when i started intching my arm, i pulled up my sleeve, and there it was. i showed all of my firends, and told them i hated it and was going to get it removed once i saved up $700.

last nights dream included my borther stealin $700 from me that i needed to pay me bills, and i woke up saying "mom". i was startled and thought that i had woken up nick, but he was sound alseep.

i have issues. dream issues.