Pet Doony

Im looking at my doony and buerke bag. It wont talk back... and i find this very fruustrating. YOU cost me ( or should i say my mother) 80 dollars you worthless beautiful bag ,you.

damn guilt and its heavy quilt of suckiness.

A while ago, i went over to shiny lipglosses house and stared at her closet. She stared at me as if half expecting me to screech and throw my arms arouned her and yell , "Oh shiny lipgloss...you are the very center of all my envy". Haha. not with this pride.

what pride.

shut up head.


I want to be a famous blogger !

I wish i could log on to this blog and look at something else other than the lazy zero staring up at me from the number of comments. In its complte nothingness. In its zeroness. In its boringness.

Yup..KNOWONE has glanced today..not one person. You might as well talk to yourself.

I will. I guess. until the utter lamness of it seeps onto me. I am the INSTUNEICE. Thats right! Blogesphere fame is in my er...step-blood! so read and let me know darnet!



Im almost 14...DONT STOP READING. yes i said my age..please dont roll your eyes and think some stupid.."oh shes just immature and complatative."..bullshit act of laziness.
But whatever i dont know you. Who am i talking to . Pet dooney still isnt answering. Lindsay Lohan on the tag is not very talkitive either.

Great.



Final Thought of entry- My only Confidant's are a bag and this computer. wish me luck.

Me