Yeah, so I'm cranky. What of it?

Yeah, so this dood said he wouldn't go out with me cause I gossip too much. I said, it's not like I gossip about other people, I gossip about myself. I guess he souldn't read my blog, huh?

Also, he said I was high maintenance. Yeaaaah. Cause ya know, I live off other people's money and I buy atleast one Coach purse a week. What? What do you mean you saw me at the Payless half price sale? I swear that wasn't me..

If you haven't heard these stories, or maybe you want to see what I've been up to, please visit me at www.myspace.com/quesadillasforbreakfast. Everyone's doing it. Might as well be you too.

Brandon was gone for almost a week, and I missed him terribly. I thought I was on a nice good friendship level with him, and then I dreamt about him the other night. Yep. We made out something good. Gah.

OH, and let's not forget that the new dood I was talking to turned out to be a snob and basically told me that he didn't like feeling "obligated" to call me everyday [even though it was *he* who did the calling everyday during Cali] and that he thought it best that he make friends on *his* side of town. Oh, he lives in The Woodlands, which is a rich-y side of Houston and the ONLY reason he even lives there is because he was engaged to a chick who leased the house and completely furnished it herself. He didn't pay a penny. And now all of a sudden, he's a snob? Yeah. Right. Suck my nuts, asshole.

OH, and yes, I know my stoopid web page is farked up because I put those ginormous photos on there, but if blogger would stop being a fucking prick and let me upload photos, maybe I wouldn't have to host them and post big ass photos here.

I need a boyfriend. I hate taking out the trash myself.