This morning is already marevllous! I can’t stop laughing at how ridiculous i really am becoming by the day. I caught myself having a conversation with my mirror image, mid-pout. I’m tragic, but i LOVE it. It’s amazing. I rolled around in a fit of laughter, then smacked (as hard as i could have possibly of smacked) into a door…which pretty much sums up my jolly little life. I AM the Queen of Greatness. These moments solidify that statement. I have a whole part of my tan smeared on a door now. It’s delicious. I need coffee.
Okay life is getting busier, i’m feeling great for a girl wo should be PMT-ing, and after being woken up in shock to the Limp Bizkit song that goes ‘Keep Rollin, Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’ on,’ not realizing what was going on, sitting up in a panic and instead of saving my own life from whatever terror i thought was about to happen, i (in my dazed state) started to fake drive my imaginary Hummer, that i believed was bouncing down a hot hoochie crowded street, at night. Then after a sudden, ‘What the fuck are you doing Wunna?’ I quickly snapped out of it, glared at my friend, then applauded my genius with laughter. I’m actually quite great at driving imaginary cars, so i wasn’t too embarassed! It’s takes a lot for me to embarass myself. Tragic really..
I spent the yesterday swirling around in a blue teacup, which had a pole throught the middle of it and some kind of metal umbrella shade that really looked more like a plate. Okay swirling in those tea cup ride things, is fun in the first 5 swirls…but when you’ve got to swirl number 152 and someone is taking pictures of you, you can no longer look sexy, especially when there’s an 7 year old child doing ‘slanty eyes’ at you…(hahahah…priceless moment) with every 12 swirls. I could’ve thrown up. I even started reflecting back on my life. There’s only been one other time i’ve felt that shit, and it’s when i was soooo hungover, still in ‘Room Spin’ mode, and was trapped on top of a Ferris Wheel, at 7.30am, in the LA morning heat, with some Spastic of an idiot, rocking our cart to see if we could fall out, while i was an ‘Extra’ in a movie when i was younger for money. It was awful. I was cold sweating (haha) and having to wear a jumper. Plus Danny Devito was below me screeching out his lines over and over again, dressed like a carnivale freak. It felt like that moment, but this time i was in my underwear, slowly dying and being racially abused in a Tea cup! Hahaha! Oh Lord save me!
YES to Canada right now! I’m loving you bitches! You have been so GREAT to me. I heard the BBF re-run was on MTV over there, and really you’ve all been quite quite WONDERFUL. I fucking LOVE you…I’ll be coming to see you shortly…when i’ve finished being a terrible nuisance over here. I love how all i’m remembered for is celotaping feathers to my nipples. Can anyone say GREATNESS?
I’m shopping today..I’m a bra buying, as i think my boobies are dropping? How dare they!! I bought these bitches!