All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
So recently a few of the people whose diaries I read have had to have cameras shoved in orafices of their bodies where things should not enter...only exit. Perhaps it is something that is catching. I am going to start taking better care of my ass.
I had to wake up insanely and ungodly early this morning to go perform some cat whore duties. I question whether or not getting up insanely early is worth the 50 bucks or not. I supposed so since I plunck down 100 bucks on my hair yesterday, which is now a brilliant shade of "Red Wine" with blond streaks. It is very red...but I like it. Redheads...natural or not always have more fun. People gravitate to the brilliance of our hair.
When I awoke at damn this morning (which is usually my bedtime as I am a creature of the night), the dogs looked at me like, "What the fuck bitch? We don't wanna go outside this early." They went outside pretended to do their business and ran back inside and instantly went back to sleep. Charlie Pooh Bear wouldn't even wake up. He was like, "Fuck you bitch. I am old and I need to sleep." (my dogs swear a lot...I think they learned it from me. And Charlie sounds eerily like Eric Cartman when he talks.)
Against much of my better judgement, I think I like Carmen Electra and Dave Navarro.
I dunno if it is because I am "perioducidal" or what but damn you McDonalds!!! I did not need that chocolate milkshake. No sir I did not.
Damn you and your Justin Timberlake commercials....damn you and your food smell blowing fans calling my hormonal ass to your drive thru. DAMN YOU!
What a pile of seemingly random crap....
