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Monthly Archives: July 2006
fil did u go into my blog and correct my spelling of hilarious from halarious cos i meant to spell it halarious cos that’s how the kid who acts as dave chappelle’s son on the chappelle show says it.
yes i did sorry i thought it was an error i was wrong and i won’t do it again.
is it ok that my best friend is a cat that barely likes me and some guy on msn who doesn’t speak english who i have never met?
it’s neat to think that future-me will be wasted and obnoxious in maybe 3.5 hours like a whole new me because right-now me is scoring only a 2/10 for fun about now but future-me RULES i wish i could call future-me on the fone and be like YO TELL ME A FUNNY STORY and future-me will be like HULLoooooooooooooooooo like robin williams in mrs. doubtfire and busts up laughing for two minutes and can’t breathe and then right-now me is like totally jealous.
it’s fil!
i am regretting the shorter bangs thing cos when i wake up it looks like i am wearing the gayest wig ever and my hair is what it looked like when i was in grade 8 like stupid I AM GROWING UP LOOK AT ME BECOMING A GROWNED WOMAN look and then it is half greasy sweaty dry crackly hay that’s resting a centimeter above my eyebrows like i just learned how to put hair on today first time ever.
i am going to go buy the dress i coudn’t buy the other day cos i had insufficient funds cos well long story it was pretty embarrassing and then we went to the body shop and i said to lise hey i wish they had the strawberry scented perfume they discontinued it then this random chick points to the strawberry scented bottle and i am like THANKS excuse me while i hit every store in this mall to be humiliated, corrected, ‘dissed and embarrassed bye.
last nite during wastification at the bar i gave this guy i sort of know cut-eye but in a jokey way and he’s all what the hell was that look for and i’m all I’M BEING FUNNY. i guess i wasn’t but now i think about it i think fuck that was funny even though it really wasn’t. you know like so unfunny and inappropriate that it’s funny? no?
maybe if he read my blog he would understand how funny i am not which brings it ’round full-circle to hilarious wow i am so glad to be over-analyzing this.
i just spent an obscene amount of time searching for the ultimate picture of a unicorn to use as my blog background and was this close to joining the mystical unicorns webring but then i realised i don’t have that kind of time to pretend to be all about unicorns for maybe a week but if there was a teddy bears and pink balloons floating on clouds webring i would be like president of it.
The cat on page 54 is awesome it looks more like Gus to me than El Cid but it is probably just a cat.
I drank coffee and smoked bowls while I read it, I was going to read it in one sitting but am depressed right now and went to bed at 8pm last night.
I got pretty tripped out when I hit chapter six and read about Jack Kerouac having recently left a comment on your blog saying I was reading on the road which isn’t a big deal in itself I just felt like a moron I guess. Adam, (my dude, I think I talk to you enough you might just know his name is Adam) Adam’s favorite book is on the road and he recently asked me to read it because he said it would give me way more confidence in my writing style. I’ve always been rambly and hated punctuation and find myself going back over things and putting it in ’cause I should not because I want to. I think that is why it made me feel funny. I read that chapter aloud to him but he wants to read the book so only that part I don’t want to ruin it for him.
I’ve been reading your blog since before I blogged and I almost let myself fall into the envious, bitchy, I’m never going to write as good as her so let’s bash her category but there was something else there and I saw through it. Like a couple people have ‘seen through it’ with me. And I decided I had come too far and worked way too hard on myself and had already BEEN there I didn’t need to go back. I started getting help in 2000. I left a small town for the city to hide and die and get away. But I’d already been here suffering since 1996 alone with my cat and my head and my pot.
I was totally miss diagnosed in the beginning with bull shit Border Line Personality Disorder and I ask you when you read the 9 symptoms, and you need 7 of the 9 to have it, if you are human don’t you have at least 5 for simply being human doesn’t that like prove you are? So whatever fuck you I have depression that label will do.
You work at Raymi you work at it hard. I can’t even handle the way people bully you and judge you and I feel so protective and I think it’s because even though I can’t do a fucking thing I feel good knowing I care, that I believe in Lauren. Because until 1998 no one gave a fuck about me and how fucked up I was and as far as I’m concerned wouldn’t have given a fuck if I had died.
There isn’t a doubt in my mind that there will be a volume 2 and 3 and 4 and I’ll get to say HEY I considered her a friend I don’t know if she ever really cared but I cared about her and I’m gay as fuck proud to see where she is now…
-gus
