Monthly Archives: November 2005
hey gorgeous
when did you take the comments down?
i always miss them.
i remember once
we were all shooting junk in this sleezy hotel room in anaheim
and this whore that was with us
had veins that were so collapsed she had to get in the bathtub to
make them pop up before she could hit herself up
and we finally got her off
and she fucking od’d and died right there in the tub
danny and lissa dragged her across the street and put her behind the dumpster
and we were still in the hotel room getting loaded
when we heard the sirens of the ambulances coming to take her away
i was probably about the same age you are now at the time
and i am probably the same age that your father is now
drunk brave is the best brave.
get ready for a cool story.
last nite before the pubdezvous we went to brian and kat’s house to get wasted at their basement bar and play this poor man’s version of NTN where fil and i screamed in each other’s faces and got very competitive. yes a good time was had by all.
“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!! oh what? we got that one right? ok.” hug hug.
then off to the pub where this drunktard birthday guy was tossed out and pretty much ruined everything for his buddies and i of course had to run out and smoke to watch the bitchfest and give my ten cents worth of what i think are amazing ‘disses and then i went to the bathroom and thought of all this other stuff i should have said like, insult the guy’s oversized shirt, yeah i know, fucking brilliant.
then a dear old friend i haven’t seen in years shows up and i was happy to see that her face was fatter and then i said a bunch of unintelligible stupid shit and she didn’t even say bye to me when she left.
WICKED!
I’M WICKED!
i was just going to step out to get something to eat from the restaurant next door but i think that it might be on fire right now. there’s a firetruck parked outside. too bad. it’s the only place i can go in town which isn’t bar-style where i wouldn’t feel like a complete fucking loser if i ate by myself.
i just cannot eat alone out in public, you have to make this big showy act of not seeming completely anxious and nervous and it’s like your being aloneness makes everyone notice you ten times more and the fact that i will look like the token strange fucked up girl with problems doesn’t help much.
it’s probably a good thing that the place is on fire.
phew.
i think i’ll eat a beer instead.
the quadriplegic twelve wrote a song about me and it is the best song ever because part of it goes like this: shwa malooba meh meh! it is called raymi the minx.
they gave me their cd and signed it. the one guy in the band is the dude who made those raymi comics and my banner as well.
look at this friends! you are fully allowed to buy me one! fil said he will stick it in the freezer when he goes to work in the morning but i don’t care i have lots of love to give and i want to give it all to a bioengineered friend! apparently they’re at that iodine and arsenic place beside the dun right inn right now!!!!
