dumped the boy for the female crush of seven months.

her smile makes me melt. twenty six. pixie size. short hair, blue hair.

she tells me she feels like she's known me for years in a matter of days, and i can't stop giggling. we run up her credit card with hotel rooms and alcohol and she tells me i'm beautiful and how did she get so lucky?

supposed to have an appt. with a man for three hundred. i'll have to miss it. fuck.

(smoked crack last night. like, pure grade-a crack. yum.)