Today’s blogpost is sponsored by Raymi smoking in bed
Fuck! Linda Blair in Excorcist II is hot shmot. damn. She can projectile vomit on me anytime.
kristin of magicpony is going to light a fire under parkdalemiddleton’s ass to rent somewhere extravagant for a raymi ballroom gown molestor party with dance contests and karaoke and violence.
Yow!
Yesterday it was a scurry thunder lightning storm a lot.
i had wild dreams but i forgot them all.
I cleaned up this mess of a sittingroom.
I hope I get hair conditioner today because yesterday my hair turned to hay and i had to wear it in a ponytail braid because I am polish.
i need more tampons already. i am a bleeding machine. i run up the stairs like a monkey or a fucking killing machine my arms and hands like karate chops back and forth and then i am out of breath when i am leaning over in my closet searching for a gramma sweater, panting and puffing thinking i am a crazy person.
sitting around giving off static.
“Do you have mental problems?”
“A few.”
thats what the police ossifer asked blond girl in the skeezy hotel room in prostitute town when she was shivering in bed. xavon was with her outside in the cold in her leopard print bikini and pimp jacket and he was trying to sell her and she was dancing to her own internal rhythym and the cops came. it was 6 in the morning and they hadn’t slept yet. and then she go go danced on the television.
i wasn’t interesting enough to hang out with them that evening.
