i barely took any photos this weekend, mostly gay hippie stuff, clouds and fields and old barns. our favorite chipmunk is dead, a dog ate it. there were hyper spaz kids up with us this time and at one point the 5 year old screamed CAN I HAVE SOME COFFEEEE!? yeah sure, right after we give you some speed. fil got a gun license, not that he has a need for a gun or anything but it’s a license you have for life so whatever. the scab on my finger is in a lot of pain and i think it’s infected cos it looks like a vagina gash, pink and slitty. i played with a chainsaw and cut down some fucked up trees and felt like a lesbian and i was wasted and imagining cutting off my leg through my shin and then having to be all pro-handicapped and i was thinking what my first blog post would be like after i got out of the hospital and i wanted to post a picture of my cut off leg in the forest with blood all around it and another one of me in a hospital bed smiling with a caption saying something like WHAT ME WORRY!?
Dear blogreaders
i cut off my right leg but it’s ok because it was an accident and also i have this cool prosthetic now and whatever cos like, dancing is so 2003! later!!!!
xo raymi
**is “barely took any photos” proper grammar?
