there was a concert and kristi’s mum invited me to it and there were a lot of people milling about when the stage blew up and knocked the band over and they all died people scattered bodies everywhere i thought i knew who dunnit then i get a call later and it’s kristi and she says she did it so i rat her out and she is crying on the fone they take her away and i made her mum cry when i said yeh thanks for inviting me to this concert i had a great time despite your dotter killing everybody and we are now walking in this underground tunnel and there is noxious gas everywhere and our footprints and handprints are smeared on the walls and floors so they know where we are and then we are on the highway and a van pulls up beside us full of flips and one is rena and she has a machinegun and she blasts the fuck out of our car and then i saw my dead grandpa and said oh i’m sorry i’m dreaming.

when i take my crazy pills at nite my dreams are amazing.

tim we need to fucking talk call me pronto

you know when everyone cheers each other they dont really want to clink glasses they just want to raise ‘em in the air but then one dumb idiot succumbs and clinks their neighbour and then everyone is forced to do the same and you have to lean way way over to hit everyone in the room and if you’re missed during the round of clinking then you are a big loser.

i have done nothing but be a retarded sketchbag today and mumble unintelligible anecdotes over everyone else talking and pouring myself wine and telling stories that don’t go anywhere.

sometimes i feel like i am talking from underneath a pillow.

my grandmum does not know who the fuck i am. she’s like what’s your name uh luh-ren i’m your granddaughter oh you are? yeh i am. that place is fucking depressing. just a sea of old people asleep at the dinner table in a sitting position. and gramma is such a lush. jeez. she thinks she is in england and her husband is still alive but away in france or something and he never calls. if and when i get to be totally demented please push me off a cliff. thanks.

i’m trying to remember whatever the fuck i dreamt about last nite but as i sat on the toilette this morning i forgot everything. i’m still dreaming about crazy vibrators five out of seven times a week. i have relatives in town taking over my room so didn’t feel like rushing home to sleep on a old lady couch. they’re gone for the day so i’ll stop by later, do my thing-thang and leave again.

i’m staying at the ho jo’s on erin mills parkway under missy miu room 113. come say hi.

dude i blew it on the take out chinese. with our own sauce pfft that means boiled with salt but in actuality it’s a whole ‘nother story. more like brown cow goo that i am about to nuke and eat all over again.

when you see a girl’s gotchies on the floor do you pick them up and inspect the crotch?