people??? hello???


i know you are all reading this.


well, i have to stop putting so much personal info here.

im starting to get kinda paranoid that everywhere in the wolrd reads this thing, you know, because i am famous and all.

contrary to popular belief, i do like to keep some parts of my personal life personal.

it's funny because i never say here what i am really thinking, or what i really feel. that would be way too much info. usually i just generalize, and bullshit about how guys suck- that never changes.

anyway, life here is starting to get super strange, and i feel like i living some parallel version of my life.

i just started reading this book, because i have finished about ten since I've been here, i have mucho free time, and i looooooooove reading in/by the pool. "innocent traitor"- its really really good so far, and i recommend to the ladies who like novels that involve history, royalty, and bitchy women. three of my favorite things in life, if not the top three things in life.

to cheer myself up tomorrow, i am going to buy multitudes of lipgloss.

i will also wear my hot new bikini that i got super cheap from target, pronounced, with a french accent. seriously, cutest thing ever, and about ten bucks. they sell wine at target here!!!! and they have my fav kind, red bicyclette! woot!!!!

i can't get rid of the stalker, but since he is the hottest man in the wolrd, maybe i will meet him afterall. wow, i am willing to do the least smart thing in any situation. like the dog that constantly chews on its own tail...

i think i should go find something to do, and well, go find something to do.

ps. if you have not yet seen dreamgirls, watch it now!!! beyonce is a dumb bitch, and jennifer hudson rocks my world. that bitch brings the house down!!! especially when she belts out, "and im telling you". bitch can sing!!!! i wish i could sing, musicals look like so much fun!

do NOT sunbath nude!!!!!!!!!!!!!


i did, and thought, oh this is a great idea, i will get rid of my tan lines. WRONG!!!! so fucking wrong. you know why????


my ass is now the color of a tomato. now im going to have ass skin cancer. that's hot.


hopefully my unique tanning abilities will come into play here and this burn will be a tan in the morning. having a sunburned tush is not good for the push, or really anything.

good thing i sleep on my stomach.


and all night I've been thinking... why do i feel so tired????? my little bum bum.

i took a picture, but really that's not appropriate for the children.

anyway, i never know what i can and can't say on this damn thing. because everybody knows about it, and then everybody asks about the bumper sticker on my car.


i have a stalker. trying to grt rid of him.

i'm liking me a sexy man!


im hoping to go out this weekend and shake my money-maker like somebody bout to pay me. if i have someone to go out with. otherwise, i just get drunk by the pool, and shake my own damn self!

i miss my dancing partners!!!! (e:terry), (e:matthew), and (e:tina) !

i seem to forget evey month why i become a complete bitch and pyscho, and eventually i realize that its time for the monthly dues. sorry boys, but its an issue that must be discussed.

i start ravishing the house for chocolate.

i feel tired and lazy as hell.

i am angry with anyoneand everyone that irritates me the slightest bit.

i start getting cramps anywhere from 1 1/2 to a week before it actually comes.

im more horny than usual. if possible.

its always late, and i begin to wonder...although, most of the time, its not even really possible. but still, a nightmare to think about.

its really really fun.

• note: i might really just be this way all the time.*

there is a boy/man i really really likey. and i hope is gentle with my po' lil heart!

this is the first time since i've been here, that i feel like i might cry.

no specific reason, just a lot of things.

and for the record, men=douche bags. its always the one you want to call doesn't, and the other won't leave you alone.

argh.

i really think i might just decide to stay single a while longer. these people don't impress me at all.

really boys. just wanting to screw me isn't enough.