we’ve been playing burnout 3 all day and watching oprah and taking turns crapping and walking around in our underwears, me fil and aimee, it is raining outside and the apartment is hot and womblike and i feel like never going outside again but then i change my mind. i feel stir crazy. i need a fucking job. i’m going to be a nude model for art students i think. they pay you cash and decently i hear. i feel dumber and dumber by the day. i made pretty much everything you can make in my cafepress account. maybe i’ll get a lightswitch plate for every room and sexy pillows of my own stupid face. ick.
when we went to this karaoke party i didn’t know a single person there so i acted as obnoxious as possible and these are some of the things that i said over the mic:
“i’m singing now, LOOK AT ME”
“excuse me where are you going i’m singiiiing.”
“that was funny, i’m funny.”
