did i tell you i've got tiny little fingers
i've got bones where the ring goes
they go like a plant grows, they go slowly
over your new clothes, over your money, over your head, man,
thoe only good mand is a dead man

i like pretty baby candy,
it goes right to my head
it makes my lips as red as rubies
i'll eat it 'till i'm dead.

well, you can't get to heaven in highheeled shoes
you're such a loose little belle, a fallen angel
you go down into the big pit it's deeper than a tar pit
your lips are red as lucifer
your hair is up in curlers

i like pretty baby candy
it goes right o my head
it makes my lips as red as rubies
i'll eat it 'till i'm dead.

i finally downloaded the client thingy for this bitch. now i can see what all the rage is about. have i mentioned that the brand of cigarettes i smoke has added the most adorable little blue palm trees around the filter yet? bathroom portraits, perfect lighting minus the wretched flash:



oh & kisses to my misses. {)

i haven't called Lysander back yet since yesterday. he makes crowns for dentists, that would be fun. all day he sits on the phone with me. from what i can tell it's his home away from home. backtrack, he probably thinks i'm trying to blow-him off. not the case. he just isn't on my list of priorities{ppl} anymore. since the diss in 10th grade, i don't think i'll ever adore him in the same way again. so be it. but i would still like to hold some sort of relationship with him none-the-less. i mean, c'mon his mom named him after a shakespeare character & he taught me the prestigious art of driving on the interstate. ha ha ha~ sincerely.

i'll be starting a new telemarketing venture on monday. the pay is kinda sketchy, & i'll only be getting about 25 hours a week. at least it will keep my madre off my back. i was supposed to work at 7:am friday for top dog {dog day car<3}, but suzi said joelle pushed it up to 12:pm to close now. goody goody gum drops~ so now on thursday night i can get inebriated or stoned. i think i'd prefer the latter. because da purpura has broke-out hardcore since my last fermentation-binge.

Tom says:
I went to "the sushi bar" with sis and her bf
my dying bride says:
eww, sushi is pretty, but it tastes like pussy scented paper

current mood: bitchy

i miss the xmass tree in my living room. i used to borrow the dim glow to guide my way through the kitchen when i wanted a late night snack. the actual kitchen light is too bright & my dad wakes up and bitches. {/fuck it}

it seems rather fitting that this should appear on my diary, donut?
...unfortunatley i did not create this gem nor am i a thief & i give credit where credit is due. i stole this from a little girl named brigitte. stunning html skillzzz... no really.

~hail mary full of grace.

& in other, less trivial news... tires have been burning just north of my house since 10:am this morning. toxic fumes & harmful smoke has caused the majority of my neighborhood to evacuate the area. i too am considering evacuation, only my reasoning has nothing to do with the toxicity -- i need a summer vacation from my mothers shit talking & drunken antics. if you treat me like a dog i will piss on you~

new year, new beginnings. today is the last day of the worst year of my life. usually i'm sad on new years eve, mourning the year gone by & the experiences now a memory. this year is the first year that is different. 2001~ not a pretty good year. but that's ok, not every year in my life will be a good year. i want to make 2002 the best. i have come up with my new years resolutions as well. i'd rather keep those private however, they are rather personal.

& tonight i am going to two parties. my father's birthday party at some friends of his' house & the party that all my friends & i are throwing at ryan's apartment. i'm looking forward to both. in fact, i have to leave for my daddy's party very shortly, it has already started, the keg is already tapped. sweet, sweet. even though i don't drink, i'll toast a flask of bubbly champagne tonight at midnight. the trees are all i ever want.

enjoy your new years sassy & please, oh pretty please, be safe. i <3 you.

i used ti use a wallet that has a hologram picture of two naked pin-ups girls sitting on breakfast table chairs, and when ever you would turn it, like you do a hologram, it would switch back & forth to a different titty chick. it had a pink background. a pink star for the button closure. on the inside i drew a pink & purple heart in it thats says be good ok? in the it with some milky pens. everytime i would pull out my wallet to pay for something or to show my id or any junk like that, the person who sees my wallet gives me a shocked look. what? and now trendy boys in san fransisco are using purses. big deal

now i use my vinnys tampon case for a wallet.[/end ?ber trivial rant]

current mood: cynical

its my turn to be cryptic. forever my power, ?, & junk. kissing cousins in his boxers prancing aroeund im my living room, Liske fatigues that i wanted, no WWII action figures for you bitch! kill my tv, but its on for the noise... and a picture of the firestarter behind this page. --->$$$--->

chemical wedding: i got these stickers in the mail right...
dignan881: yes
chemical wedding: and one of them says "lets fuck tonight" bt they look all cutsie like little girl stickers... id scan them and junk, but my sanner is a DYKE

current mood: tired

when i opened up my lift yr. skinny fists like antennas to heaven cd an ant came running out of it & then down my arm. it's a disgusting feeling you get after you see a bug crawl on you. it feels like it's crawling under my skin & in my hair now. makes me itch. ants are filthy besides.

i have an obsession for collecting mascara. i have about 20 bottles of it in all different colors & brands. my favorite one is the hot topic brand morbid makeup in red. too bad it's discontinued now. pupa makes a really good mascara as well. but i prefer the pupa liquid eyeliner most. this last paragraph<3 how superficial of me.

the best way to clean your computer screen is a drop of spit on your index finger. then rub 'til it bleeds.

Und ich werde wach, ihr highness ich so hoch ich. nicht bin kann laufen und ich werde wach. Sie, Sie zittern, Sie meine Zeit, mein Frieden, mein Mitgef?hl. kein Babys Schlaf auf Verk?mmerung l?hmen nehmen. Ihre unborn Liebe und f?tale Spannung. harte bittere S??igkeiten Bein wenigere Liebkosung.

how doth the little crocodile
improve his shining tail
and pour the waters of the Nile
on every golden scale

how cheerfully he seems to grin
how neatly spread his claws
and welcome little fishes in
with gently smiling jaws

i made this for deep thoughts. "deep thoughts"

first deep thought~ i really really want the best of pigface; preaching to the perverted. unfortunatley the man is keeping me down. any & all donations can be sent to:
e n y i k
7 5 w o s o k t
o o a o p i g , C .
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current mood: jubilant