Saturday, January 22
So I ended up not cleaning and eating instead. A lot. An over onion-ized pizza and a muffin. I'm starting to get hungry again but I feel bloated like a fucking pregnant cow at an over-fattening-the-cow milk farm. Maybe my period is starting to come? Who knows. My ovaries don't talk. So in conclusion to that, this whole day has been an entire waste. I'm starting to revert back to old habits. Old habits of not doing anything that I'm supposed to and writing more pointless shit here. I even became hypocritical again and started reading people's entries. In less that twenty-four hours I proved another thing wrong. But I did prove that I am a hypocrite.

Velvet Revolver is touring again? Someone should find the dates for me, because I don't want to go websurfing. If you do, you should, for me. I doubt I could go though. I didn't get to see Motley Crue and I most likely won't be allowed to go see Conan O'Brien. And I didn't win that ornament design thing in geometry. It was only a nomination tag that I saw on it. But now I have no fucking idea where my ornament is, it seems to have disappeared. I don't get it, since I see all the others, and my ornament should stick out like Christina in a Gwar concert.

My face hurts like a bitch on her period being fucked up in the ass by Blackie Lawless with that chainsaw on his crotch. I think I burned it with acne medication or some shit.


Christina N. @ 6:19 PM