i strictly hang out with girls who look like uma thurman now.
or girls with dark hair. whichever. or any girl who will talk to me without dirty looks on their face at the same time.
folding hot laundry KICKS!
shawn and neice are coming over. neice KICKS! shawn KICKS!
angelo tole me that i actually killed the bird. it fell but it was still alive. good thing i wasn’t looking at it or nothing what am i saying there is no good thing about that.
angelo KICKS!
here is my copycat blythe picture taken by kat’s pool/hot tub the day the flames lost and canada’s heart was broken yet again.
i cleaned house like a maniac. i have laundry fluffing around in circles in the dryer and soppy clothes waiting in the washer. i did all the dishes and i windexed everything and sprayed air neutralizer that smells like pot pourri (sorry weird word that is pronounced nothing like it is spelled except for the puh part.) i see pot as in pawt poh-ree not po poree popo reeeeeeeeeeee.
when i wash dishes my face gets all crazy dry and my make-up goes weird like a corpse’s would after a bit. heh. me.
here is the bird i stepped on the day before chemo’s birthday outside the cig shoppe. i think it was dead already. i hope it was but didn’t i make it look better just a bit? i did it with my mum’s pink what looks like chinese slippers that make my feet sweat but not smell bad. big mouth took that picture. we’re all insane over pictures now. INSANE!
blep!
oh shut up no one is buying your fake remorse.
like the words are there and i know what you are saying but dude, it’s all in the delivery which by the way, yours, it’s pretty shitty. this comes from the heart and you’re reading off cue cards. i know you’re a hurtbag and maybe not very smart and a total cowboy so i guess it’s alright if you look down a lot and stutter, clear your throat because you have no idea what to say next.
i don’t really pay attention to politics however if someone were to write about all the stuff i should know about and omitting the propagandi parts and any conspiracy theories and lies, false promises, bullshit dialogue and power to the people hoopla and had like fireworks and someone i would actually care to look at and could relate to dur dur druruururrr i think i’d pay attention and perhaps vote.
in respects to the usa though i obviously cannot vote for i am canadian.
but what happens there affects what happens here so go easy.
and well, we burned down the white house twice. wasn’t it the green house before and you had to paint it white because of the scorch marks? neahht.
GO LEAFS!
i’m totally sorry you’re dead and i extend my sympathies to your family and the nation but isn’t it totally amazing how patrick swayze (awesome fuckin last name btw. from now on i am swayze the minx) has a mask of you in point break? i think it is. keanu is pretty cool too. too bad his band sucks.
when i was 4 i think, me and shawn were at the park and all these punks were there and one dude had his head up his girl’s shirt and saw me staring and frozen in shockedness and he said hey kid come here and my brother had already took off on me and left me and other dudes were circling me in the sand and i was too scared to go down the slide kuz it was burning hot metal and i was wearing shorts and the girl was laughing and laughing at me and so i fuckin’ finally beat it the hell out of there. thanks shawn for protecting me.
and this other time lisa and i ran away from this dude in a pick-up truck by the park behind her school behind her house and he said hey girls where are ya going off to is it time for dinner? and my flip flop came off when i was running and lisa was like just leave it come on and we went and told our brothers. she said that dude always hangs out by that park.
lisa’s brother brett was walking down the street a few years later and a van came cruising by and the side mirror boffed his head and now he is mentally retarded for real.
i really wanna do it right now but bf is asleep on the couch so i am uploading pics like a m effer and wearing his jogging pantaloons and the braid in my hair fell out so now it is just a boring ole ponytail. le sigh. the upstairs bathroom someone vomitted all over it so it is out of service and i am too fat to go down there and urinate on my thigh. well whatever i want another old lady smoke again a la chemo the paul that somofabitch i know what it feels like to be filmed nonstop and the feeling of accelerated talkingness i am so smart we are so smart let us say everything smart we know for this a legacy and snippet of cool before everyone catches on to documentaries being the new black. chemo you rule the school you oldskool fool.
i wore the sleaziest white trash of short denim skirts in the world well more like a denim headband and i was sloppy in my sitting and covering of privates and the whole bar smelled like my vagina.
i am so totally different than everybody else in the world and i sit there waiting for something not lame to happen except i am the only lame happening so everything gets wrecked and some loser douchebag runs after me when i leave the pub to write down my number but i am too mean and pretty to care so i get in the cab and whiz away.
pinchy wake up.
that jc chasez song is wicked.
too bad he looks like a tool.
today im going to wear old man shoes with a skirt. we’ll see how it turns out.
yesterday was ass-hot. today it is not nearly as ass-hot as it was yesterday.
there is a new feather thing on my bed it is like sleeping in a marshmallow now.
i think about it sometimes.
tonite is the south park episode when timmy goes back in time.
i think we’re going over to chemo’s.
ya something like that.
