chemo is a fake irishman.

i stepped on a baby bird.

fucking hot today. like canada whats the deal with hot? make up your mind.

i was taking a blythe picture and angelo pulled the string on my bikini and i was like fuck it and took the picture anyway taking my time with my triangle breasts all there and these three dinkusi were across the peir, fishing, watching. whups.

it was chemo’s birthday well tomorrow and i gave him a letter and a voucher for fries and made him feel weird. i do that a lot. make people feel weird.

fuck i even make myself feel weird.

anyhow, we got all liquored in the street and i lied down sideways on the bench but only for a minute.

the bathroom in the park smells like chlorine.

there’s my neice. she is almost 6. she is exactly like my brother and sometimes me. when she comes over i put make-up all over her and then jesse gets mad and then i just put on more. neice got caught stealing and didn’t get in very much trouble kuz she’s so damn cute. i tried to tell her, look, you’re not always going to get away with shit like this and she wasn’t listening. i was walking around my room looking for a towel or a sock and then we started talking about stickers.

so i get a call at quarter to 7 am from gopi regarding the email i sent about the hip hop commercial and the pay is super dirt but like who calls before it is even 7 in the morning? meh. so i dunno. i gotta learn more details about the whole damn thing and see if it’s for real. the dude said i get to keep the uber professional demo and like pass it around to others but who is interested in seeing that?

i pounded a vodka tonic right before the interview thing. i had to take off my shoes to be weighed and my socks didn’t match. finally got some liquid silk jammin’ juice. alright alright. magnolia is on. it’s great. i like how tom cruise has a flip out in every movie he is in. it’s great it’s great.

i am feeling mega-stressed.

i passed out on the train ride back and i had a dumb asleep face. i threw out a chicken sammich in a fit of rage.

i stuck blythe’s legs in my twat.

i’m going to move into the backyard.