classy

sometimes its hard to be absolutely awesome.
but i manage.
I forgot to get a date for this Saturday night...I'm not all that sure i want one. I just know that I hate being at the house all alone.
Its creepy and just reminds me how much i really don't like my cat meow meow.
he is a dick.

instead i feel that i need to get on the ball. i only have a few hours to try and get a date.
heeeeellloooo Internet.
(because I'm lame and don't know any real life boys)


hells to the motha fakin yea.
I'll get my hawt on.
I'm even wearing eyeliner. that's like my international code for "wanna bone?"
and by bone I mean "respectfully take me on a date where we shake hands at the end of the night and go our separate ways." because I am classy.