Smack My Bitch Up
Yep, listening to Prodigy now. I haven't posted in awhile. I've been pretty sick. I had a throat infection, and I might have asthma. I have to go back to the doctor Tuesday and see how things are. I'm feeling better though. Much better.
Yesterday I went to Malissa's party. That was pretty fun, and full of Faygo goodness. "Send yo momma straight up to tha sto', tell dat bitch to bring home a Faygo" I just had a Riddlebox moment. Today I went to the mall with Jenny and bought some pants. Mmmmm pants. I like pants.
In other news, I found out Manson tickets are gonna cost me $35 and they went on sale yesterday. So this weekend I'm buying my ticket. Though I know I already won't have enough. And that cancels my plan to go to the Plea for Peace tour on Friday and Dead to Fall on Saturday. But it's Manson. SO if anyone would like to contribute to the Help a Honkey Mansonite Out Foundation please email me marilyns_spookykid2001@yahoo.com or hand me money at school. Appreciate it mmmmmkay.
Oh and this random white guy has called me twice. I just found out his name, its Billy. It's weird to have someone call you and not know their name. Good thing my mom asked who it was last nite when I wasn't home. Otherwise that would still be an unsolved mystery.
By the way, those Gackt Pants are disturbing. But I did take the quiz and ended up with the cargo pants. Phresh.
*serial thrilla serious killa*