not only do i feel like i don’t exist now that i can’t readily use the internet the second my eyes open, i feel like i don’t have a reason to exist, i feel purposeless and as i was crying to celine dion on oprah today i realised hey why not write some shit down pen paper styles?

so i looked all over for a notebook that didn’t have gay scribbles, ip addresses, and my made-up juvenile signature on every fucking page after a quadruple espresso but then i got into cleaning mode and everything in the kitchen is now rearranged/spotless and every clever observation i had is now gone. i was so internet jonesing i thought i might even write a song and it was going to begin like this;

I CAN’T WRITE A SONG….

it was going to be very indie but i couldn’t find my notebook so whatever.

i saw the devil wears prada with lise and it was BAD. i read the book and thoroughly enjoyed it so i was expecting great stuff. plus there was a screaming baby in the theatre that needed to be drowned. lise said the movie made her feel violently angry, me, just depressed. i was hoping for a great distraction. also they say in the movie that size 6 is the new 14.

AND anne hathawhateverway does a lot of unnecessary smiling innit and you are like why is she smiling at the sky everyone is mean to her, her relationship is ending everyone calls her fat WHY THE FUCK IS SHE SMILING THAT DOPEY FUCKING SMILE!?

i’ve been having a bad week.