last nite i asked the sketchbag down the hall and his buddy who were talking loudly in the alley for a half hour to talk somewhere else and i didn’t even say it in a bitchy way and they apologized in that paranoid just smoked a joint didn’t realise we were yelling type way. i found a ms. claus costume yesterday for this, phew. i also got fil’s bday gift. we rented last days, that kurt cobain movie by the guy who also did elephant and it was CRAP.
i mean, it’s perfectly fine if you want to feel sketchy and depressed and uncomfortable for 1 hour and 36 minutes, whatever.
before we watched it fil was in one of his moods and i was all hey man just disappear into this movie for a couple hours it’ll be fiiiine and turns out the movie is like the epitome of i thought i wanted to OD on painkillers before but now i just want to set myself on fire.
that is all.
