these socks saved my life yesterday. new socks! fil came home and the first thing he said was NICE SOCKS HAHAHA!
Monthly Archives: February 2006
this kid has more rage than me.
this is me crapping and drinking. since i am “sobering up” i will have to talk about being drunk in the past and when my memory comes back perchance i will have many stories to share. uuh um. yeah.
i have to find some fancy clothes to wear to fil’s work xmas party yea yea xmas is over but that’s why it’s after xmas cos people go away you know anyway i’m freaking out kind of because yesterday i went to h&m and all these dresses spoke to me but NOTHING fit me and i felt insanely obese and bought everything that was not a dress. there is this one yellow dress there i might buy to totally embarass fil or i just might not go and i will stay at home on the couch in my yellow dress reading fantasy novels.
holycrap get ready for ten million more posts than usual mania is totally coming back.
i made that for fil’s sister. it doesn’t have a name. maybe it is named fil.
i sold that for 20 bucks to ben. first i said it was ten dollars and he slipped me a twenty i was all SEEN and disappeared.
that’s ben. see how my hand is trying to block the words coming out of his mouth dude seriously has words to say. he’s really really really good looking (zoolander) and models whatever anyway he has shrapnel in his head i felt it. he and pitt say my blog is blocked from all, i forget the term, canadian military everything something so no army guys can look at my breasts, i am porn to them or MAYBE i am INTELLIGENCE no no i think MISINFORMATION! so yeah sucks for them, well maybe it’s a good thing cos like no one wants people to be distracted by little posts about 4 years old playing in the park and funny looking dogs and shit WHAT WAS I THINKING!?
i woke up to two voicemails from my dad about my grandma being rushed to hospital cos of no vital signs chest pains so he gets there and she is sitting up in bed laughing, this is the second time its happened. she has a weak pulse so all the docs are clueless i dunno, anyway it’s great she is fine i was already half out the door with mascara all over my face to the subway to the burbs to cry but yeah that’s good.
i bought the scissor sisters cd yesterday, it is gay literally and figuratively and i like it. i jay-walked across the street to hmv and i thought uh oh maybe the police saw me and are going to be waiting for me outside when i get out, stupid.
i had to duck into a body shop store to get away from these loud-talking spanish guys keeping pace with my stride despite slowing down or speeding up, just curious is it really necessary to yell when you aren’t speaking english? so yeah i’m walking around this store and four body shop women are hovering like hey buy this “brand new” strawberry something bath shit and halfway through her speech i just walked out then went to mcdonald’s to get a bigmac because I DESERVED IT!
i want to see this (devil and daniel johnston). dude almost died from a lithium overdose go lithium!
here are lyrics to one of his songs
The Story of An Artist (Don’t Be Scared)
thanks to Tim Layton
Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold
Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, “Hey! Get a job!”
“Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?
We don’t really like what you do.
We don’t think anyone ever will.
It’s a problem that you have,
And this problem’s made you ill.”
Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold
The artist walks alone
Someone says behind his back,
“He’s got his gall to call himself that!
He doesn’t even know where he’s at!”
The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He does this all his waking hours
But is it really so wrong?
They sit in front of their TV
Saying, “Hey! This is fun!”
And they laugh at the artist
Saying, “He doesn’t know how to have fun.”
The best things in life are truly free
Singing birds and laughing bees
“You’ve got me wrong”, says he.
“The sun don’t shine in your TV”
Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren’t so bold
Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, “Hey! Get a job!”
“Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?
We don’t really like what you do.
We don’t think anyone ever will.
It’s a problem that you have,
And this problem’s made you ill.”
Listen up and I’ll tell a story
About an artist growing old.
Some would try for fame and glory
Others just like to watch the world.
oh yeah i made this and gave it to krista. his name is the duck fuck.