so there was a robbery/hostage-taking down the street and i went over and took some photos but it seems in poor taste to post them, and they’re not very exciting either. anyway, apparently the dudes got away in a cab. yawn.

we rented darkness last nite, it’s suppose to be scary and anna paquin is in it. there is something about her that is so appealing and bizarre at the same time, like is it her fucking eyes or her retarded voice or humongously dry hair, i dunno, but i love her.

anyway, it was a good movie except they don’t explain much to you or the reason behind this occult bullshit, it’s just something that needs to be done i guess.

and of course there is a little boy who draws fucked up shit on a notepad and his pencil crayon keeps rolling under the scary bed and a carousel starts up all on its own and the lights are always going out.

the boy has these bruises around his neck that are never explained, you just figure that it’s the imaginary dead kids who are doing it to him.

at least i was drunk.

oh yeh i was taking photos of my mum at the hostage hoohurrah and her friend goes oh come on that’s like taking photos of car accidents in LA and my mum shushed her and went quiet it’s for the blog and her friend goes what’s a blog and i pretended i didn’t hear her and then she asked again so i snapped and said IT’S A WEBSITE JOURNAL.

then i left before things got to be too embarassing.

more on bored and miserable rich smalltown ladies later. like, why can’t they take up drinking and just fuck off already and shut up about their sense of self and healthy diets. whatever happened to the peg bundy’s?

i dunno, i have this thing about my mother’s friends where i seriously hate them all and whenever i bump into my mum and she is with one of her emotinal headcase self-help addicted women friends i can see this look in their face like they spend hours shit-talking me and everything about my life so i can’t stand to be near them and especially when my mum tells me every single detail about their failed marriages and other crap.