tonight

let me telllllll youuuu about tonight. first off i inviented my own honey mustard as we speak but type.

i gfot reallll pisssed off tongiht becayse of someeone. and i need to watch as a type cause my spelling and typing is disgusting and not focus so much on this spicy chicken sandwhich.

You really pissed me off.

I went to the bar with coleman. We drank many a beer played many a juke box and had run while running into Rob ianelli. So after a couple beers the bartender comes over to us and is like do you guys know sammigal? and we are like omg we love her. and it was her mom and step dad who bought us a round of drinks. so we got drunk both of us for under 20$. ballin and beautiful at the same time.

i should be a cook this tastes amazing.


so we are driving back to seans stop at sherwood wawa i realize when i left i put my purse on top of the car and drove away oppps silly me i was tipsey. so we drive back me in a frantic rush of speeding and seans says look in the road in case as i look over this car swirves for a balck spot in the road is top mid jessup and go running towards it omg theres tons of my pictures in a neat pile then my purse with everything in it. so i run back was omg sean you're magic and we go on our way. we then have more fun at his house and not i'm home.


tonight was crazy and i'm stupid and its only 1 am. and sammigals parents are awesome.


goodbye

Holiday weekend.

So, i've been slacking. Recap for you.

Wed night, Fizur's.
Thurs night, stayed in. i think
Fri night, Leahy's
Sat night, Ken Bel'ls
Sun night, Leahy's.

So, i didnt get to sloshed, or dazed this weekend. My friend spent the weekend with me and thats always stressful. You love your friends, but feeling like you're boring and you're not entertaining them enough is the worst. Specially when you feel like you need to entertain constantly and you're like i just wanna sit for a minute.

I would like to take this time out to shout a holla to my nigga Colman. Sup daddy. How's it hangin, i bet you're hair is soft, at least softer than mine and that makes me a little jealous of you envious more so. But none the less <3<3<3.

So its getting cold and one thing that comes with the cold ( and not the flu) is layering. !!! layering is the best because you cant tell if i'm having a fat day or not. but i guess it sucks for the many young men who think they are goin home with a hottie but get stuck with tubby all night cause she has layers sucking her lard in. and at the rate i'm going of enjoying nachos and pizza constantly lets take a poll to see how long it'll take for me to get muffin tops.

So, i'm not exactly sure the direction i want this blog to go into. It could perhaps be a dairy of my life for you to read because it usually ends up being more drama filled and awe shocking as a episode of one tree hill, but then people will start to talk about how i think i'm so awesome. NEWS FLASH i already think that. so i'll save you the trouble and get it out in the open now.
Anyway, i could have a portfolio of all my art and wittings i do and have you guys read critique, practice and show them all off. but, that sounds like a lot of work, and a lot of you in my personal business and my head by reading my work and seeing my art. I could make it likea cute little LJ and put pictures of my nights and captions like " lolz@dave", or i could just be blunt and me and put what ever the fuck i want on here whenever i want. and i think that is the direction that this is going into. probably mixed with a little bit of ass kicking upon the topics i feel necessary and a whole lot of complaining. And with that i leave you know that i'm not proof reading this tonight, i didnt capitalize, my grammar is off and letting you know i think its way to early for people to be hanging up Christmas lights.

late.

Thanksgiving

For all you non americans (Aussie Joe) today is Thanksgiving. The day where already fucking disgustingly fat america sits down to see how much food they can shovel into their mouths with hopes of passing out afterward. What a good goal.

This Thanksgiving i am currently spending writting to you blog-people while eating some peanut butter crackers home alone, receiving tons of "Happy Thanksgiving" IMs from ex boyfriends. (No lie, 2 in the past 5 minutes!)

Now onto more important matters, were you aware i am infact a Cherokee. (this is the part you get down on your knees) Therefore, you should praise me for rewarding your lost souls with this terrible holiday.

So for this holiday let me tell you what I am thankful for. The following:

1. caller id
2. the morning after pill
3. my puppy's fuzzy ears
   
4. day quil

What are yoooou thankful for?

Rock on, Gold Dust Woman

Sometimes i like to pat myself on the back for how fucking awesome i rock at cooking food. So lets explain the night. Tonight is the "biggest party night of the year" of Thanksgiving Eve. Dude how is it thanksgiving already. Well i didnt go to any super cool clubs in the city or some classy south jersey dive bar i went to my dear friend Mr. Fizur's and had a good time with my friends i grew up with. I saw some people i hadnt really since high school and let me tell you some look good, and some look completely unnecessary, like put down the 30, and go take a jog. anyway...
i'm not really up for the task of witting tonight. so i will leave you with some reading material to educate your brains.

The Truth

i just ate a whole breakfast sandwich (sammich) and i feel like i need to puke it up.

ciao

The Start of a New Begining.... or some shit.

Well. Lets see now. I'm getting a little tired of myspace and all its shenanigans, so i've decided to turn to the world of "blogging". Some of you who may read this some day if lets say i get famous know me from that foul site as "monez" or the late "monezXcunt", which i had retired after i needed to start a brand new account with Tom's wonderful idea to ruin my generation X. Anywho, if you're not familiar you can click the linkage down below under this entry and stalk away, but if you're gonna lurk you should just say hi.
I'm starting school back up again finally after countless times of saying i would. Which actually brings me to another reason why i am starting The Monez Review. I'm going for journalism. Now writing is something I'm not to good with, and i sometimes slip up on usage and mechanics so I'll start with this nifty window to my life for you're enjoyment with hopes of bettering my work. I can pump out a research report in an hour but when it comes to going with the flow of things and fiction i'm not so good, and talking to my friend he suggested i practice, so here we are.

I hope this is just becomes a fun hobby that if read, would be enjoyable, but not some trashy blog trying to make it in this e-famous htmlcyberslut inter-web. It will most likely end up with things i've done, people who pissed me off, and a whole of of complaining with a hint of sass. - And here's a tip right now to get it out of the way,

1. If you do not like me
2. If you think i'm rude, disrespectful, ignorant, or a "waste of time"
3. Or, if you cant tolorate what i dish out

than please back your bags up, and press that [X] at the top right hand corner (or left if on a mac) and get outta here quick!! Just because i probably wont have the tolerance for you and this is my page, so that would just be rude.
So tonight i leave you at 2:30am waiting on a phone call from a puppybear and if it doesnt happen soon, it wont, and drinking lemonade out of the gallon jug like a true classy Jersey girl. I hope you all have perfect dreams of whatever it is you bloogers dream of and have a safe night, try not to die in your sleep.

Now its time o read "Top 10 Drug-Free Ways to Say Good Night to Insomnia".