(Monday, September 26, 2005)
unlike any other ordinary month, i'm only left with 10 bloody buckaroos in my pocket for the rest of the month till the next salary cashes in. this is a sentence where i should fill it with every fucking single detail of description filled with nuclear-war scale profanity on how the unfortunate financial discrepancy got a hook on my feet - basically, i'm just plain penniless. end of story.
actually, i was left with more money in my pocket, until a certain deceitful misguided informer of mine fed me with an inaccurate piece of intel when my other friend is about to proudly stamp her face on a page in a local bimbo magazine which was almost non-existant to me previously. nonchalantly, i threw a few bucks into getting that good-for-nothing magazine just to ascertain that my discovery wasn't as interesting as when 13 year old sarah discovered the tremendous magic of shower heads; i secured a wrong issue which meant as much as an uneloquent gaudy ass wipe. the content were too ignorant and obnoxious for a bloke to handle. truth to be told that i had an ultimate urgency to hang myself after i finished the cover page.
so i went in and i knelt and grovel and kiss someone's toe to get a refund but they repelled me like any other vermin. no actually, i didn't go back to the shop but instead i went home, put on my flashiest skirt and go 'booo hooo hoo'. haha. as the matter of fact, i did not do any of those. i just went home and set the magazine on fire as part of the vengeful ritual to doom my friend for life.
being completely broke is not fine when you're stuck home on friday and saturday nights. i'm gonna do another round of voodoo at her at 11.00pm.
9:02 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
