I'm as high as a kite, oh me oh my ... no i'm not

now that jessica and john are thru, she's been coming over all the time and messaging my sidekick.

she sent this text yesterday that was like, "yr body iz wonderland."

and i'm like. "no way."

and she's like "iz true. somethin bout the way yr hair falls in yr face; i lurve the shape u take when crawling to the pillowcase. u tell me where to go and though i might leave 2 find it, i'll never let yr head hit the bed without my hand behind it. u want love? we'll make it, swim in a deep sea of blanketz."

and i'm all, "bitch. how you type so fast?"

then i told her to shut up and give me some rum and ritalin.

that girl loves her ritalin. think of it this way -- you've seen how much she loves that motherfucking proactiv skin shit? multiply that by 100 and cover it in nacho cheese, and that's how much she goes crazy for ritalin.

EXCEPT. she brought over dexedrine last night. not ritalin. i guess her hookup was out of town. PLUS, it was still $240 for 120 pills.

whatever. no wonder nick divorced her.

at least it works.