gwen stefani's new album is amazing!!

my anaconda dont want none unless you got buns hun.

if sonic youth thinks you're cool, does that mean everything to you?

fuck morality.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedbugs



JUST WHAT I NEED RIGHT NOW

i got a tattoo! "rocket" on one hip and "queen" on the other. cuz i'm a rocket queen. oh yeah.
i've been deathly sick lately. today i work a nine hour shift, i really hope i don't cough on anyone while i'm in the middle of a big dildo and harness sale!
the months have just been slipping by i feel like... i'll be twenty in no time... there's still so much shit to be done before i turn twenty.
i wish i had someone to help me learn guitar, who wouldn't charge me!
i'm so back into the feel of toronto, it's like i never left. yet somehow, in my mind, there's the willow trees and hay bails peeking at me.
anyway, yeah. still hoping to find a photographer to shoot my next set. send any leads my way.

rock hard and party even harder.


xo kore

i got a job! and this time i'm selling dildos instead of cds. funfun. i started yesterday, i'll be working alot, being a busy bee, but it's good. i need the money and i was slacking too much. i'm going to the mall today to get some "respectable" clothes to wear to work. i'm feeling productive, even successful. apartment: check. job: check. hotboytodo: check. ... but i do kinda want another bong before work.... but i never come to work high. so it has to be enough hours apart...

i still don't have a computer, hence why i'm not around.

i'm really dying to find a photographer, i look so hot, it's going to waste.

see you kids later!

i have a black eye. it's putting a bit of a stall on my job search.

i haven't been around much since my computer was stolen. wish i had a camera so i could show you how hot i look when i'm all roughed up.

i need to find a photographer to shoot my next set now that oryx is gone. any suggestions for toronto based photographers?

i'll try to be around more. i miss all the hot naked boobers.

so, i was robbed. we came home and there was a guy hiding in my bedroom. it was so scary, i didn't notice him at first. he had my guitar and he ran with it but my sister and i chased him down the street screaming and we got my guitar back. but when we got back, we realized there had been other guys before we got home, because my sister's guitar, walkman, cd player and our laptop we're all stolen. FUCK THAT. they came in through the fire escape, and a window we forgot to lock. well now everything is locked. but fuck. it was so scary. i was in my room fuckin talking to myself and i didn't even see the man standing in my closet. good fuckin thing i didn't start getting undressed or anything. i'm mostly upset about my sister's guitar, that is truly irreplacable.

feminist women love eminem.