vamp sugar
2007-07-06 3:55 a.m.

oh, get over it. go on, donuts and milk.

i just tried to make tea, and spilled a dirty bowl full of pancake-batter-water all over my front. wet t-shirt contest, everyone! woo hoo, spring break! this entry will get a lot of google hits. hello, google user. searching for pictures of female breasts?

--2 hours later--

i got this idea to put on lots of makeup to see if i would make a good suicide girl. the answer: no, unless "tramp vamp trannie vampire" is considered sexy. somewhere, somewhere it is.

but not in this household, young lady.

--1 hour later--

curtis coerced me into going out. he called me, i said, no. he said, "i bet if i just stay on the phone and don't say anything, you'll agree."
"that won't work."
"..."
"it's not going to work."
"..."
"i can stay on the line all night."
"..."
"okay, where do you want me to meet you?"

the lady at the gas station where we bought large bottles of booze told us how often men come in to hit on her. she said, i don't need a man now. i thought, that's a good attitude. i like it.

she said, you all have a good night. we said, you too. i'm going to go visit that lady every day and i'm going to ask her things, and she will impart her wisdom. she'll say, sugar, go on, forward. sugar, go!