Consistently inconsistent

new pretty boyfriend (oh i'm such a playazzz)

i must say lace was mighty glad to hear from me this morning since i've been missing in action for the whole week. i'm starting to be good at that. whole night spent discussing on my obsessive behaviour, money, money, money, money, knocked up, "you can have sex through your ass?!", oh and how it's always better to marry someone who you dont love. i think i got my retribution for making that statement because not only was i forced to cab home (when i was in a really bus mood for once), something... weird... happened on the sixth floor.

me: maybe the ghost followed me home
k: you're a christian, there's nth to fear
me: maybe it's voldemort

i have no idea why i bother conditioning my fake hair.