someone called me vain this week. even tho I can totally see why, and I don't really disagree, it just sounded so icky.
like when I see someone who's completely and inexplicably full of themselves and I'm like "heh, somebody lied to her".
only this time I was that girl. ME (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
ugh I'm still feeling a little emo about it.
my mom started a collection to guilt the welfare recipients of her trailer park into donating money to buy me towels cos I told her we'd been drying off with napkins and baby oil.
I'll spend $300 a week getting high but theres just no way I'm paying $50 for towels.
let my fucking hair drip.
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I steal all my towels from motel rooms. Nice and starchy.
I understand the napkin part. But what exactly does baby oil do for the drying process?...
it locks in the moisture :)
I use it instead of a towel sometimes, but you dont wanna do it everyday.
plus it doesnt do anything for my hair.
If we pooled our money together... we could get you high. I'll take a couple shotguns.
Why is there always a connection between towels and getting high?
Towely anyone?
I bet if you had Towely, he'd share.
HAHA! Looks like we have ourselves a junior philosopher.
Taking pleasure in one's own beauty is called vanity, no matter what anyone says, except for Carrie. She can say anything and it be correct. Yoghig.
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