Naomi Paradise

the montifiore lunch at montifiore hotel 97 $

home alone

dinner date

fortune cookie

it's cinnamon baby

it's morning and A-K and i just had breakfast. we are full and ready for Cinnamon bun baking. i have a migraine from alcohol restraining. or something like that. i feel like a stepford wife, although i would honestly prefer to be one of the Mitford's. but preferably not the hitler loving one.

baby brunch is dying

What's His Name?

I don't Love you Anymore

I'm in Zürich now. Not so totally hot. But I am still. Despite what Y O U might think. My niece, Eden, is fantastic. I need to start studying. If I want to have a future. I feel like Ferris Bueller. I have a big test next week. I have kind of not started studying. I'm getting a heart attack. They don't have cheese at the SAS lounge at Kastrup anymore. Totally unhot. You fucking whore, where do you get you're balls?

Perverted Justice

A pregnant Britney Spears was spotted having drinks at a Santa Barbara restaurant last week. After spending some time with a young baby boy for a while now, all I can say is, drink up. I'm sleeping worse and worse now. I need to start with Xanax. I'm going home soon. I need to do more knitting. I ordered the book Knitting School yesterday. And I have bought 3 new cookbooks. Well, actually my father has. For those of you who are uncertain about the whole thing, yes, I am on drugs, and no, I do not find you attractive.

Where do You get Off?

I'm dead tired. I blew my budget on a skirt, times are changing, my Ipod is still dead, something bad will happen soon, I wish I never got out of bed today, the weather is killing me, I didn't finish my knitting, I recognize that fascist thing of yours, you are just like my mother, I'm never going to scream again, the pills are not working, I'm in a jungle.