yesterday was FUN. all about eff you en.
i got to be a witness to the lesbo wedding and have my signature on an official lesbo document and i got to hold a lesbo ring. LESBO! total photo frenzy. i’ll put it up later for now i am just writing before i forget things. anyhow, there were these cute brazil fags signing up to be married next month and they kissed for us and it was beautiful to see because it was real and not like annoying drunk guys who turn into homos because there are 40 people watching them at a party.
me and jamie and aimee wondered if three people could marry each other. that would be a great thing to say at parties i think for when people get boring you can be like yo, you see that girl over there and you see that guy over in the kitchen, i am married to both of them, and we aren’t even dating and that guy doesn’t even live in our same area code, can you believe it!?
novelty is THE BEST.
then after the marriage we split over to magic pony and i exchanged a t-shirt and then we ate pizza – me jamie brooke aimee.
tim called me right after the wedding and we got him to meet us at the horseshoe and later his lady came too and before she got there i was telling tim that i wasn’t going to like her and tim said that i was going to like her and i fiercely disagreed and then she showed up and i liked her.
she said that she wasn’t planning on liking me either and i was fine with that.
she’s moving in with my ex boyfriend, tim said i wasn’t going to like that, not because i am jealous though, only because he is THE SCUM OF THE EARTH and i still have SCREAMING AT HIM fantasies and feel nauceous when i picture him in my mind and so on and tim told him if he pulls any sleazy shit on his girl he will go ballistic on him and other things and i was like YAAAAAAAAAH!
DO IT!
tim is the best story teller ever.
when he arrived he said a lot of stuff real fast and then went right to the bar and i said to jamie, wow, that was a lot of information and i was trying to think of interesting things to say that were better but i used up all my clever quota so all i could do after that was repeat the only parts of the napoleon dynamite dance that i could remember.
the best part was when the drunk/drugged guy from copenhagen came by to hang with us and he was all hanging off of tim and he looked like the legolas guy from lord of the rings so i was calling him legolas and asked if he had a positive outlook and stuff and then when he said that he was a feminist i told him to just shut up and fuck off i think and he was all hurt but then i fake apologized and then out of nowhere he got all racist so we all crowded around him laughing and taking advantage of his foreign-ness and general obliviousness of the motley crew he was dealing with so this carried on for ten minutes or so and then we left him and on the ride back i said that i missed legolas and wished he was in the back of jamie’s jeep, just a little bit at least.
and then me and brooke danced our mother fucking asses off and completely ruined the nite of roughly forty, 40+ year old kept/divorced women by not stopping the rock. everytime i made eye-contact with the room it was just a sea of i-hate-you scowls and squinty burn-up-and-die looks which of course made me throw myself around more and punch brooke’s ass over and over and over again in-time to the music.
then this short fucker during the goodbyes to brooke and jamie said he remembered me this other nite singing and said that i was bad and i made the airhead shocked facial reaction and knew it was because the amazon blond sent him over as evil messenger to say that because the world is against me.
