G is for Gangsta, mothafucka

First I’ll mention what I’m listening to, because it’s great: Miss Kittin & The Hacker – Frank Sinatra

Next! So, as my parents are divorced and my dad throws money around like it’s confetti at a birthday party, I will be asking for something expensive. My list:

1. new vehicle damnit. my scooter is getting old and unreliable. And I want something fancy, like this, but under 50 CC because I’m not allowed to drive one above it until I’m 18 and ugh I know that’s not far away at all, but then I’d need another license and BLAHBLAH.

2. This piece of pure beauty and class, because my cell phone has turned into crap, messing up my text messages…

3. clothes. lots and lots of clothes. brand names only, bitch.
hah. I’d prefer the first thing of course. Because he buys his girlfriend’s kids quads and a horse. so that means his own daughter can have something too, ass ^-^

Anyway. Only 3 more exams. Did cultural science today, I hope that’s alright… Tomorrow’s psychology so yeah. I’ll be alright I think… I’m not bothered much. Tomorrow is 3 months (I’m sure I’ve already mentioned that…no? yes?) for me and my tangerine (haha… petname). So mwaha.

Also:

Kirsten Drunkst looking like an old, homeless woman. Ew. I’m not even as rich as she is, and *my* teeth are 10x better. I won’t mention what else isn’t as horrible on me as it is on her, It’d take hours upon hours…