i know you asked me not to use this picture, but i dont care. im mad at you.
you werent supposed to fall in lust with jake gillenhall you were supposed to fall in lust with me.
where the hell is jake gillenhalls blog?
kristin, i cant get that white stripes bass line out of my head so i put on low rider but even that doesnt help.
why does a caged bird sing?
anyhow, baby, thanks for calling me last night. im sorry i didnt pick up, i was pooped. after work the fellas took me out for happy hour which turns into haaaaappy hours which turns into me wondering if i had actually tivoed survivor which of course i didnt but thankfully the cheerleader had used her key and tivoed it for me, the second half, cuz she still doesnt even really know how that thing works.
all night i thought of you.
took the bus home at ten o’clock pm which is fun cuz its so different than normal. strangely it was still crowded.
some guy had a hot pizza. everyone was looking at him with dirty looks. i think he worked at the pizza place.
this homeless guy was singing Bingo. the one about the dog. he was so happy. and bingo was his name-o.
people wanted to hate this bum because he was talking about how people change when they get rich. how when you get rich everyone wants to be your friend. how when he will get rich he will keep it real and how he will give to the poor.
then he started talking about the devil.
devil dont want you to give to the poor.
devil wants you to point at the poor and talk mean about him.
it shut everyone up.
i had a few things to say about the devil but i dont talk on the bus. i also dont talk in the fantasy draft live chat.
anyway, kristin, i miss you, i wish we could do something this weekend. maybe i can do laundry at your house since karisa is in maui for her pre-bikini season tan.
lemme know, k?