My MooLatte

I got a pedicure with my friend Tom yesterday at the mall

we’re super special MooLatte lovers and I’m his little dandelion

I love him! I wish we were more

but I’m fine with what we are

it’s good all around

 

Tom and I went to New York

the guy that gave me my MooLatte was Indian and grinned at me

then we got chased down by park rangers

then we walked back 2 tha cottage & we ate dinner

well everyone ate basically except me

through the rest of the trip I totally spaced

it was okay I guess but whatever

 

hahahahha I love you

I’m gonna think of you while I’m molesting my MooLatte

gah, I am so excited for it

yeah, I have relationships with it

no, I’m not a cow

shut the fuck up to be exact

I’ll stab you with my MooLatte bitch!

 

I just go by this

a MooLatte is my bong

which is why you’ll never see me throwing my MooLatte at a paparazzi

because I need my protein or whatever

and they are just doing their job

 

I am just sitting here by myself thinking deep thoughts

and listening to my new Led Zeppelin CD

 

I thoroughly enjoyed my little bike ride

I came home and had to scan something for my mom

which made me happy

probably crazy-hyper-happy

 

my MooLatte gave me a little stomachache and my dress looked hot

like a page ripped from a beautiful novel

since I was dying I chugged a glass of milk and sat down

but no one wants to hear my tragic MooLatte story