im so mad. someone from one of my 3 banks called my mom today to inform her that i made a $600 withdrawl and they wanted to let her know just in case i was gonna make another run for it on another drug binge. what kind of shit is that? omg. i went there and closed the motherfuckin account and spoke to a manager since my mom informed me that they can lose their job over that shit. 'understand if you start it, im gon pop' problem: they blocked the number before they called so i dont know the extension or anything... whatever.
happy stuff: i have a new sorta boyfriend. very hot. and life is nice today.
oh- and 'a million little pieces' by james frey is very brilliant. must read. im off to tan and get my hair highlighted now...
'talkin shit like a whore about me, huh? well like a man imma murk ya when i see ya.' -webbie