So there's this couch I've never really been allowed to sit on...and I don't because I don't want a "Manolo Blahnik up my ass."  So yeah its white and made out of some expensive material. And last evening my friend who will rename nameless decided to get super wasted, and she puked all over it. Yep. Guess who got to clean it up? Guess who couldn't get orange smears off it no matter how hard she tried? Guess.........Guess whats going t become of me next...............I only wish I knew. Guess who hates over priced over rated materialistic items with a passion.......And while your at it guess who wrecked her car on friday.   I'm going to change my name to failure.

 Just about anyone that knows me has probably heard me ramble on this summer about how fun it would be to ride on the back of a motorcycle, with the wind blowing through my hair. (but not like one of those skanky stereotypical motorcycle girls.)

      Well tonight my dream came true. I rode on the back of James Dean, oh no I mean "Alabama's" motorcycle. It was quite fun even though it was a pretty short ride. Yep.

      Then me and Brittie L, stole this Steven kids car....because I was the only one there that knew how to drive five speed.....we went towards brewster for a while then turned around....was a fun old time.

 1. Reply to this entry and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your xanga.

   I know I know,  no one is going to reply to this because I have no "internet friends." 

  I am the most horrible terrible selfish person there ever was...and that is all there is to it.