me, brother, cousin (lying down) – in montreal saying bye to great grandfather albert kerouac

ooook so last nite i met stan’s fiancee who I DO NOT LIKE. we were discussing the stag party rather fil and i were and i said sooo i am invited to this right and she cuts in ARE YOU GOING TO BE THE STRIPPER? all catty-like right. so i go out for a smoke so as to not explodify i even considered just fucking leaving before the second and third courses and walk over to my dad’s.

then later on she is bragging about her brother who writes on messageboards and so then i feel like ok she has redeemed herself cos i like talking about the internet and i say oh well does he have a blog and she goes i think so maybe but you wouldn’t want to get to know my brother he would cut you up and make you feel bad he doesn’t like people who try too hard and i’m thinking right a nerd who writes on a messageboard is going to make me feel bad.

anyway i thought i liked nerds and she helped remind me that i do not.

i asked stan why does your woman fuckin’ hate me and he said she was trying to out-hip my hipster and i said well i’m not a fucking hipster and i’m not mad i’m not “trying hard” to be mad it just comes naturally.

i’m going to google her brother now cos i remember the board he writes on lets go see exactly how fucking non-trying he is.

also way to make a great first impression lady. i officially do not want to come to your fucking wedding and i am so glad that i spent four hours eating dinner with you while you insulted me and scoffed at everything i said meanwhile i could have been hanging with my dad who is sad right now and wouldn’t ask if i was going to be a stripper.

fuck i am still so utterly fuckerly fucking mad about this!