so im reading this book that you all have probably seen
stacked up in your local UrbanOutfitters & Virgin Record Stores .
blah the concept is cute and its actual real snippets from lesley crazy ass life.
she has took every fucking drug the world has to offer
she had a crazy life
but the way the book is written and formatted is rather confusing and stupid
but i started the book so im going to finish it , probably take me a day or two
its only 200 and something pages .
after this im reading a book called The Torture Garden Seems really cool even though it was written like in fucking 1932 .
its about this crazy sex driven guy that tortures women sort of on some Jack the Ripper shit but different.
ive been in the reading mood .
reading the first couple of pages brought be back to my childhood.
which wasnt the best but not the worst.
im an only child
so that much is all that needs to be said .
soo yesterday was a interesting night .
sometimes i wish my close friends could stay out longer
i hate it that they have to be home so early at times .
the best things happen at night :]
but its okay
i trucked it to BK , which wasnt as far as i expected
put in an akward position with my two girls
the funniest night ever .
i wouldve stayed but i was not even trying to get on the train all the way
back home like at 3 or 4 in the morning .
& besides way too much of a conflict .
hmmm i just wanted someone to say something .
i was just waiting to fight honestly .
the only good thing that came out last night was seeing colton
about to bust out his shirt and getting that supreme hat :]
there's this hatred that's fuleing up inside me for these two certain people
i will not name them; because thats simply sucking dick .
anywho . . . .
the meer mention of there name makes me aggrivated .
ugh i can be acting childish but i really dont give a shit
