Monthly Archives: August 2005

Losing the All-American I love the all-american Boy, & I didn’t capitalize american on purpose. As the all-american boy, you look like you grew up running in tall grass. The sun kissing your skin on sultry, summer days. In the … Continue reading →

Dear IRS, Please leave me alone. I realize the lax way in which I did my taxes in 2003 wasn’t exactly up to your “above-average” standards. I would take you all (IRS PEOPLE) out for a drink to make it … Continue reading →

Sabrina + Vegas + Suite @ Mandalay Bay = Writecha from jail.

New Post on Choke A Cheerleader. I’ve been slacking there lately so I figured I would pick up the pace. All I will say about the piece is even cripples deserve to be loved. Go Amputees!

Since I am a super lazy bitch (read: fucking popular social whore) I don’t always get everything done. Since my ceiling finally fell out into my bedroom, I ended up spending some time around the house Sunday waiting for the … Continue reading →

Today, when I checked my friend’s info on her AIM screenname this is what I was confronted with: Sabrina: nothing is wrong with really pretty mensSabrina: except for when they talkSabrina: “please, shh. no talkie-talkie.” Seriously, I am fucking awesome.

For sometime it has been rumored that I am, in fact, a FANTASTIC kisser. Reports just in, verify such claims continue to be true, as confirmed by those on the recieving end. In other news, I am still awesome.

Newerest Article. Meow.

In Boston I tried to get the tattoo on my lower back enlarged. It was 11pm, I was still drunk from the day before and I was demanding a tattoo. Everyone I knew told me that the tattoo parlors close … Continue reading →

Why the people in Boston are scared My sister and I got to Boston at different times on Sunday afternoon. Since this time we have taken the city by storm. Sunday night we started drinking. Quickly we realized the women … Continue reading →