Snookie and Whores.

What has my life come to...?
After I stuffed myself with slices of awful pizza made from the Parish for super bowl, I come and sit in my bed only to find that watching disgusting reality t.v. shows would comfort my single lonely self. So, what do I do? I obviously grab another disgusting slice of pizza and walk to my room with no plate or napkin in hand. I sit underneath my blankets, open my baby mac, and type www.mtv.com. I find that watching the jersey shore on an evening by myself ACTUALLY boosts my confidence. I mean, who is snookie any way? She is real. She is such an idiot, and instead of feeling bad for myself for being alone on super bowl with no plans, I suddenly feel great about who I am. I begin to feel bad for her. The fact that I am letting pizza crumbs fall into my sheets(eeww) says it all: life is young and I am cool. Thank you JS and the Snooksters.
On another note:
One time, recently, I went out for a night of drinking and mingling. I wear this red hot lipstick. It was a fun night for sure. My dad the next morning thinks its okay to come barging in my dark quiet peaceful room to begin to tell me he wants to let me know that we need to have financial meeting. He looked shell shocked. A. I was annoyed that he came in so early. B. No daughter wants to hear their Father desiring to have a financial meeting. Anyways, An hour or so I woke up went to the bathroom and was shell shocked too. Looked at myself in the mirror. GOOD GOD. Stained lips are the trashiest thing ever. IN ONE night of lipstick wearing, I the next morning, could have easliy been classified as a WHORE. Awesome.