watched garden state last nite and the whole way through fil and i were fighting over the lead character guy because we thought he reminded us of ourselves and so basically the entire time it went something like

oh i would SO be doing that.

and

well yah but I would have won that retard award too!

but i think in the end i won because duder was on lithium since the age of ten and i understood how the character felt the most because i was on that junk before and so every five minutes more or less i’d say oh well look now he knows how to interact socially again because he’s not on lithium anymore and fil would go, yeh i know, i’m following the story too.

but at some points i thought i was more like natalie portman’s character ‘cos there’s this one part where she makes this strange noise that is suppose to be original in her bedroom in front of the guy and because i am kind of bizarre and bored of myself i pull that crap all the time

except i’m not acting

then we played truth or dare jenga while going through the stoli and soda water and i dared fil to eat a temptation cat treat and he did it immediately and my stomache churned then i started telling him all these ADD-fueled/inspired stories that didn’t really go anywhere and then i had to immitate him so i picked up the guitar and strummed it as obnoxiously as i could and made all these frustrated loud sigh noises and walked around trying to be taller.

then i annoyed cid like how aimee does ‘cos i was bored and it was kind of a setback in the cid liking me more department.

feh.

all this sitting around playing video games reading movies drinking smoking sitting in the tub getting mad at the noise the drops of water make when they hit the water my ass is the size of jupiter and my favorite thing to do when i am taking a pee is plucking out pubic hairs ’til i think i have been in there long enough.

we went outside finally and across the street out the window over my tuna sandwich i was staring at the kid hollywood clothing store and got really mad inside my head over the name of that store and all the items sold inside of it and beside it is bark & fitz some wannabe expensive rodeo drive type crap for all the spoiled dogs and you’d be surprised at how many people checked themselves out in the window reflections. well, maybe not too surprised. people are predictible. nothing is shocking anymore.

at first it was like holy cow everyone is looking at me.

oh wait.

they’re looking at their furry boots.

it’s that part of the season where i fucking hate my looks and want to dress to be obscure and invisible. i asked fil how he was feeling ‘cos he’s been all sick and stuff and he said fine and i said do you want to know how i am feeling? and he said what why huh do you still have cramps? and i said no, i mean, i feel flamboyant.

this jacket and these foot soldier boots you know.

then we marched all the way to the movie store and got anchorman and stopped by his mum’s to get laundry and walked it home and talked about all the fucking salt on the sidewalks and he told me that it raised the sidewalks and i said, you are smart and i think he thought i was lying but i wasn’t i was just taking a picture at the time and reading a text message from jamie about when he is coming to toronto.

i wrote to tom green today. i don’t think he will write back to me but maybe he will. i told him we should be email buddies and that he should get me a job being his coolness advisor. every “celebrity” i ever write to i suggest email friendship and it never happens. pfft. like the time i emailed pauly shore and told him he could ride around toronto with me on bicycles and he could sleep in my futon with me and other lame charming be my friend type crap and he didn’t respond at all.

fag.

i’ll wait a day or something for his response but of course i’ll post what i wrote and how i wrote it because the email is just, crap. if i got an email like it myself i would be like, ya thanks, leech.

pretty much.