43.

then THIS happened

oy vey. so you know, That Boy. i gave him my old metro pcs phone.
and in order for is sweet little ass to get the service turned on, i had to physically go into a metro store and turn it off. with the power of my ID card.
did it.
on the way there, i almost stepped into a huge pile of man shit.
missed it.
i had my head phones on. and thought i heard a dead animal screaming (i know)
it was a man, sitting in the middle of the street, rockin' and rollin'
and gettin' fucked my some douche bag who apparently hates fun, and fun things.
about 30 seconds after i took these pictures that man was arrested.
hated it.
so i kept on a walkin'.
i almost made it all the way to the store.. when BAM. a boof from days waaaay gone by stops me.
he was the best friend of a boyfriend i had when i was 15, who i didnt know was a tweaker.
apparently i look exactly the same as i did cuz he recognized me.
tried to avoid it.
didn't.
fun fun fun. life is good and fun. and funny things are happening.

this is what i am doing.

this is what it looks like when both of my faces are made into one face

this is what i wish i was doing. shit fishing.

i've kind of given up on the whole bangs thing. feel like a fug face with 'em.
and for the record, i do have more that two shirts. for some reason i only act like a jack ass and take pictures of myself in this shirt, or my Led Zeppelin t-shirt.
going to a Ghetto Fabulous party on friday, in The Booze.
i'm going to be pregnant, have corn rows, long ass finger nails with diamonds, and a neck tattoo that says
RIP Michael Jackson.

booty caller