call me dynamite.

STACEYYYYYYKALOSKINATOR IS TWENTAAAY. we spent the day together, shawwwpin, getting her salad chopped and gallavanting. i also won my first coffee at tim hortons. it was just a special day overall.

we're going to skip the evenings events. only cos it involved rickooooooshaying vomit on cab's/me/her face/too much vodka too soon/falling down stairs/chicken nuggets/excessive blunts/no bed to sleep on/feeding her fries/whiners/almost taking really violent measures on certain hoooligans.

OH I LOVE BIRTHDAYS.

all i have to say is this.

if i needed more flakes in my life, i'd buy a box of the frosted kind and chow down.
i realized that i need to sort out who i actually can stand. it sounds mean but sometimes friends use and abuse. it's just not worth it. i know so many douche buckets and so many hearts of gold. i feel like i'm getting to the point in my life where i need to stop caring about everyones feelings all the time. HARSH? ce. NECESSARY ce ce!

it's been raining so hard for like 78 hours straight. it's sucky cause it's not dribbling out, it's like tsunami-ing. unbelievably hard to walk in especially when your umbrella is a 7 dollar plastic mabobber from pearl river in AZNTOWN. bound to break in this shit.
i also have a severe sinus/throat/aching like infection. not that you needed to know that.

last summer feels like forever ago. i made a playlist on my itunes of all songs summer!
naturally the first song is "beware of the boys remixXXx" PUNJABI MC FT. JIGGAMAN. i literally can't contain my feet when it comes on.

i wanna go camping. maybe this year i'll pitch a tent in central park and hope for the best. if you know me at all, you'd know i can't take nature in large doses. don't get me wrong, trees and stuff are beautiful but if you left me out in the woods for more than 3 hours all by my lonesome, i'd lose it. and when i found whoever left me, i'd proceed to break their kneecaps.
i'm a citygal, through and through. drop me off in harlem and i'd be fine. maybe even make some friends.
but if you left me in the great white north with a book of matches and canned beans i'd be a gonnnnnner. i just need someone camper-saavy around. i love fires, and getting beligerant near a lake. and the smell of a fireeee. ugh, that's the best smell ever. that and freshly ground coffee.
HOPE THAT DIDNT SCARE ANY FRIENDIES/POTENTIAL CAMPER BUDDIES. cos i really would like to plan a camping trip for when i head home after school for dey summer!

i decided i'm going to have to cram alot of new york city summer adventures into the month of june. get it all out of my system. this means i can't sleep. which won't be a problem since i've discovered i can handle espresso shots.
then i'm gonna head home for a few weeks. then palm beach and miami for the remainder. hit up the city again forra week during august to see my princessss corrrrinnnnne and then head back to FL.
by then i'm sure i'll have been discovered and get a large contract full of thousands of dollars to help pay for and furnish my new apartment on 59th and madison i'll be living in come september. complete with door man and sparkling water when i snap my fingers.

63 DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY.
39 DAYS UNTIL MY METH HEAD FAKE ID TURNS 25. BOUND TO GET ROWDY.