the only thing gettin' cheap is me it seems

this life is harder than it seems when worth is thrown into the mix.
my netWorth i like to believe is worth muiltiple millions. but the dollar store up the street next the fresh&easy seems to scream louder when the food card is outta stamps.
last nite i couldnt buy a bear claw for a new friend, mr haloperidal-popper, when the orange creamed horizon smeared into navy blue. but the pornographic armoire was feed enough for the two of us, albeit he chose the classic porno mags and i chose unzipped, however neither of us wanted anything more at the time.
SNL was entertaining once again, steve martin seems to improve his comed as i get older with maturity. the skit of shop girl was the best, "thomas! thomas!...ok thomas!" the new girl makes me laugh. i think its all of her. but last nite, last nite, i felt an unusual connetion towards her when the skit was over unless that was directed towards steve martin. the pompous jerk. it has to be his silver hair. distinguished-ism.
taxes are not finished, "aint that right therr melissa!" if her class is done perhaps i can offer her a reward of dos pilas for tax perparation. i dunno, the cunt, ok well shes not a cunt, but she is kinda awkward-ing. as in i feel awkward when she is near me sometimes. in the im your friend kinda way, of course.
the internet rocks. so does jasen. i got to see him again. he looked not so abfabulous. but if i were in bed tout le jour i would have bed head too as well as my clothes half off mes corps. so hes still hotandsexyandgorgeous everytime i look at him. plus now, i get to save 10% off the total sale the next time old navy has a sale. $70 isnt enough.