nothing fabulous ever happens.

why? i refuse to believe that i am doomed to live a life of mediocrity, but nothing fabulous ever happens!!!!!!


why??!

nothing fabulous ever happens in this godforsaken town. dammit.

putangina. where is the supposedly cute and smart boy-next-door who'll let me stay over when i forget my house keys? where are the manicured lawns?

i hate this place.

and the hate the fact that i actually live here.

this will be the last of my dear-world-today-i-ate-spaghetti-posts. i am just feeling twice as bitchy and twice as miserable today and so i will bash my neighbors.


stop blasting your stupid air supply songs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!