wee! zombies!

im listening to the cranberries' "zombie" and screaming the lyrics out until my brothers and mom are annoyed and distracted from watching something on television about zombies. coincidence of coincidences?

it's been some time now since kareah picked up the phone when i called larry last. what does this mean? me and the bestie figured it out:
don't call the ex who is debatably undeserving of the sunshine that hits his ass in the mornings. throw kareah's shit away maybe since she and larry are obviously not interested in getting it back. DO NOT risk jail by egging and keying a car, slashing tires, blah blah blah. DO NOT even feel bad about a second of the past years' incidences because, darling, my life is fabulous, i'm beautiful and intelligent, i have a bunch of lovely friends who adore the real me, an Olympic competitor and doctorate student flirts with me, i'm NOT a druggie criminal doomed to being a poor teacher in this state, i'm not a poser barber with artistic dreams that are always going to be dreams. i am, however, a premedical student who doesn't wear pajamas, knows the worth of myself and people that i am in relationships with, will not put them in car accident and not care, will defend them from their debtors, etc.--am surely destined for some greatness [or else all of this shit wouldn't have happened only for me to emerge from it UNSCATHED]...

yeah, i love her. i love myself even more now!

actually, scratch all of those sarcastic comments / badly disguised insults. nothing but the best for larry, kareah, all of them whom i prolly should be hating. haha!..

i love these little weave combs that i made myself and installed on my head. they're really natural-looking. only thing is that they're too short. only come down a few inches down my back when my real hair is already there. have to save up for some longer, yaki weave. am using the current combs mostly for thickness and the stares that your boyfriend/brother gives me when i walk by.

W. told me that he smokes, which is bad for me because i quit, but the idea is still tempting to my body, especially when i'm stressed, as i have been recently. decided to not do the Hooters thing again, even if my family could use the money. can't sell plasma because im too anemic. anemic to the point of vampirism. and on that note, watch out before you're bitten.

ciao.