ok so i smoked some pot last nite but it’s ok. i felt like shizer for 48+ friggin’ hours and it needed to be done. after not smoking for awhile and then doing so u get loser-fuckeeeed. and i cut out carbs by 75 per cent so my energy was low too. i am wondering if it is hot enough to go tan in the backyard. i’m going to sing a song for jamie. trying to decide which one to do.

strangers who knew each other very well

tim fucking write about me already you louse!

i’m starting to get bacne. ew. it’s from my long porno hair and all the fucking on leather couches. heh.

may 5th 00h15;

i’m at work now.

In my grey cerruti suit.

I’m fuckin’ bored facing this computer, again.

I know you’re an idol

i know you’re bipolar, and, honestly, i don’t give a fuck.

I’ll be reading your blog, and i’m not expecting something special from you anymore, cause i know that you’re a crazy bitch, you’ll always be, we’ll never meet, and i don’t wanna disturb your “shitty little word” by turning it into an interesting conversation, cause you’re not able to have interesting conversations.

BYE

FRED

you know, everyone assumes i’m chained to a table ready and waiting to have intimate sexy conversations with them via emails, IMing, whathaveyou, it’s ridiculous. they get all tanky when i don’t respond or say shut up or something. i have armloads of emails like this. i’ll put ‘em all up at ihateraymi.com one day someday cumday. i apologize fred for getting bored fast of oh i want to nuzzle your neck and whisper shit in your ears ew blek maybe if you hook me up with a hotel room for a few months in gay paree wherever i’ll let you talk to me like i am marilyn monroe. i have enough old men pervs chasing my tail.