OMG JUST FUCKING LOVE ME!

after strong-arming alicia into coming to hang in my hood at green room last nite i bailed and convinced anti-social feeling poopee to babysit me instead and we got tanked after eating sushi and watched the king of kong a fistful of quarters oh man i HATE billy mitchell SO MUCH! read this fourfour review of it. and then we played cooking mama i think poopee barfed when she got home oops. oh her real name is mary. the only reason i bailed on risha was cos this guy was not feeling “on” yesterday oh and i didn’t wash my hair and all of alicia and her friends have like perfect girly hair and outfits, not a good posse to immerse yourself in when you’re feeling off and fat and suicidal. what else. oh we went to big sushi for a change, not bad, the waitresses say EXCUSE ME when they bring stuff to your table every time kinda cute, i saw the dude who thinks he is hunter s thompson that i wrote about before seeing him at the xiu xiu concert:

there was this cat in the very front we were commenting on during sunset, he was sitting alone, skinny, old man detective hat, glasses, chewing a tiny stogey, reading catch-22!!! he was hunter s-ing out hard, not even the coolest of cool can pull that off seriously. anyway he was in the same spot all nite long and was really feeling xiu xiu like understood the clanging you could tell to the very being of his soul i said to fil he must be thinking the chick working the keys is the yin to his yin.

full blog post here it’s a winner. ok i’m going to update this now cos alicia is frothing at the mouth for something to read.

ungh i have a sake beer cider wine headache and cramps and i think there is an exercise conspiracy against me in this building cos someone actually cut a chunk out of the shorts i wear when i work out not a tear from the washing machine and if i cut them i would have noticed ok uploading a picture of them right now, first the weights and ab thing i use and mats are removed NOW my shorts oh this is so seinfeld i think i need to get a job and away from all these squirly fruity old fruit loops who constantly feed me dirty looks even when i hold the door open for them cos their arms are so puny and ancient. do you know what it feels like knowing that the person who is fake smiling at you is bitter and hates you for no fucking reason and you encounter one of them every goddamn day right in the very place you live every old lady here is a total witch to me!

for seers where did the rest of that blue piping go?

Highwaisted: no update yet, coooooome on

me: well then why are you going to write a post that is going to hurt peoples feelings as long as i am at the top of the list

Highwaisted: oh thank you for the cute clothes/hair comment. that is fucked about your shorts.
very strange.

me: true true can you picture fil as a junglist

ALICIA’S MARIJUANA TEXT:

I think since I’ve started blogging I have become much more aware of my surroundings, like I take a deeper appreciation for every moment that passes because I always rate it on whether its worth writing about. And yes I am stahoned.

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