something tells me this is going to be a shitty birthday.
im really hoping mother has something else up her sleeve. she always does.
meh.
im all for dinner at fancy resturants...but i dont know.
i want something real.
and yeah. well. he doesnt. ish.
"hey boy. dont you wish you coulda been a good boy. try to find another girl like me boy. feel me when i tell you i am fine and its time for me to draw the line."
sorry....hannah montana interlude.
bigtiny is fun and all...but i think im psyching myself out or something. god im a loser.
anyways. im hoping people give me money. im selling shit i dont ever use. its weird. theres this kid on myspace whos bought a lot of my stuff...and its creepy. but whatever. i feel kind of bad for ripping him off....but sisters got bills.
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