getting fucked up off viagra and wine, we did a few lines

every time i hear this vip song, i start to think about the plight of upper middle class gay white men and cry, even if i have nothing to be sad about. "mad coke, mad weed, bitches on speed, mad sex, mad speed, vip... don't give me your stds because you've got syphillis, gonorrhea and crabs. got a little rash, thanks, i'll pass. "

i had two funny dreams. one was about beth's roommate and how she got some fifty cent, like the rapper, not the money, pumps that had polka dots and "fifty cent" stitched in cursive along the side. they were kitten heels and mostly cream colored, pink, and blue. i also had a dream i was pregnant.

after talking my mom into depositing money into my account, i realized that if i budget well, maybe, just maybe i can get a haircut. nathaniel flattered me and emily a lot last night and i'm considering going for another dyke look.