mom and dad found my cigarettes. i had on a lapis lazuli, and somehow wonder if it helped me out cos they weren't as mad as i thought they'd be. no matter. it's not like i'm chimney girl. my mom called me a lowlife. they're also mad that my car is dirty, but for people so obsessed with psychiatry, that they didn't think my messiness was a direct result of the order and structure imposed on me in my early years surprised me. i'm so tired from friday night...oh god friday night...

i hope rossy comes home soon because i miss having one male friend.