i’ma spose to go meet fil and martin but i just read three lenore comics and some of the new vice and now i am drinking red wine. i am getting my period tomorrow so everyone is 100 per cent annoying. i want to take away comments cos everyone’s opinions other than my own are terrible. specifically when it comes to religion. sorry amanda, but all the crap you are saying is exactly why religion is stupid. i couldn’t even get through your entire comment, i don’t have the energy to even debate it. religion is such a waste of time, talking about religion even more. and blogger unknown of course i can take criticism, don’t think i was being 100 per cent truthful in that life of a blogger post, i could care way less about this blog. it’s a joke to me by now. it’s been called every name in the book, full circle…not even art anymore it’s just, fodder.
i don’t care about other people’s blogs either. everyone this month seems to be closing up their blogs, it’s catching.
also people who think astrology is real – pffft. one chick once upon a time was all YEAH I THINK THERE ARE COINCIDENCES AND SIMILARITIES IN PEOPLE BORN AT CERTAIN TIMES OF THE YEAR. my mouth is still open in aghastness from that one. uh your parents had sex and nine months later you were born and then you meet some douche born a few weeks after you and like, you and him don’t “mesh well” right.
“i’m a scorpio, WATCH OUT!”
“i’m a cancer, WATCH OUT!”
“i’m year of the boar – OOOOOooooh!”
everytime i use to read my horoscope it was like you will have good fortune and work opportunities and true love and happiness like EVERYDAY and like, i haven’t had a real long-term job in YEARS.
and then people say oh you have to read the signs. signs? what fucking signs? that’s crazy talk literally, cos when i was manic i read a whole bunch of signs and interpretted everything to it pertaining specifically to me and i went INSANE so F THAT.
people who are annoying:
vegans, feminists, pro-lifers, republicans, conservatives, people who jog/do yoga, raw fudists, hippies, goths, metal heads (mostly), white-hating black feminists, south african rich honkies, christians, catholics, the kkk, black panthers, all gangs, toronto junglists, women in their forties (sorry mom), mid-life crisis men with tiny sports cars, poets, anarchists, protestors, ravers, drum circle guys…
more later.
Drinkin’ red wine… I was talking to a patient who told me about walking out of a drug treatment program because she “wasn’t cleaning any fucking toilets.” She put all her possessions in an army bag and walked out to the streets. She went to a phone booth to call her boyfriend to see if should could stay with him. In her absence (about 6 days), “someone else kinda’ moved in.” She was so angry she hung up on him, exited the phone booth; and what to her wondering eyes should appear directly across the street? A bar. “I went in to have a few drinks and clear my head…” Needless to say the evening ended up, shall we say, poorly; a trip with the police to the emergency psychiatric unit. “Her final comment as I walked out of the room: “I’m getting my period.” All’s well that ends well.