i helped my aunt make a blog. yeah! go look at her art and say nice things to her.
Monthly Archives: February 2006
i’ve been adding more videos to my buzznet video page thing. enjoy. there’s three pages of videos to go through so far.
here is an out-of-towner’s retard map.
strange.
please wear red PLEASE!
dear raymi
our vice president can shoot your vice president or vice chancellor, or vice dictator or whatever you non hunting right wing (recently) commies call your vice whatever(wtf.) now that you are obviously fearfull and under the control of our great nation of gun toting, democratic liberators i would hope that you would add my band as one of your your myspace friends, out of fear of being labeled a terrorist by our rightous, christian, dude shooting, orange vest wearing u.s.of a.
one time i wrote to you and you said my band would break up, and you were right, we did, so i wrote a song about you, check it out on our profile, your voice is deeper than i thought it would be, i love canada so much i proposed to my wife there, fernie, please keep doin what your doin over there on your blog thingy, you
really have a gift (gaybert Le gay baller) ya i find myself drinkin and typin again.
mike
p.s. check out YOUTH GROUP i think you might like them!
i have to be ready by three o’clock so this means i have to have a bath and be ready and finish sewing my retarded felt/corduroy creation for carla even though i can’t feel my fingers and my left thumb is oozing stuff out of it and if i prick myself with a needle i will bleed way more and i think that she will just give it to the dogs to destroy maybe not i will tell her to sell it on ebay.
i keep thinking the pierce thing is a zit or scab so i try to pick it a lot.
today i went outside, fil made me. he said that if i don’t go out and write at least one scene for the script then he is coming home late and i said YOU THINK NOT COMING HOME IS A PUNISHMENT!?!? so i met up with pierre in the market and watched him do laundry. on my way there i bumped into my cousin which was funny cos we’re kind of similar, loner types, arty strange whatever and he was alone taking fotos of stuff i was like hey and he was like hey and i told him about the blogger party and tried to get him to skip class but he wouldn’t.
on my way to meet pierre i was walking by the university and thought to myself fuck, i am scared of people like, i can’t look at them during the day or speak to them, anyway it felt good to be outdoors.
i felt weird being near a learning institution it’s too boring to explain.
i live in this alternate universe where i don’t really believe that other people have jobs and do real things so i never remember what their job is and like even hearing about work makes me feel tired.
we went to american apparel to get the new vice and pierre was convinced that the girl who i asked about the magazine was making fun of me and so i went on a good ten minute tirade about having worked for them in NYC and how she is some strangely half good looking chick working for american apparel and called vice “stupid” like hello if it wasn’t for that stupid magazine you wouldn’t have a fucking job cos no one would give a shit about cotton tank tops and slouchy socks and whatever what nerve! anyway i wasn’t even convinced she was dissing me in my mind she thought i was extremely cool and she was flirting with me.
then we went to soundscapes holy hipster day anyway i never go in there and enjoy myself cos of the snooty music nerds who ignore you and they do a pretty good job at making you feel bad for buying music there someone should really say something to management anyway i bought the new cardigans cd and was sitting on a ladder listening to it when pierre rolled in from the bank and i said can you tell that i am putting out the coolness vibe cos i am! anyway i think that i screamed it cos i had headphones on.
then we ate at sneaky dee’s and had some beer and talked about a bunch of stuff.
oh yeah i also said YEAH WELL SHE IS JEALOUS THAT I HAVE A BLACK FRIEND AND SHE DOESN’T about that american apparel girl.
