Patrick:

i thought your post was real
so you can hack on me now instead of later

me:

which one
my poem?
havent checked comments yet

Patrick:

no the dead uncle one
i wrote you an email saying if you needed to cancel we could

me:

oh my god u got dead uncle out of that??
nice interpretting

Patrick:

dead uncle
grandpa
whatevera

me:

oh my god
i mean

Patrick:

shaddup

me:

u interpretted death

Patrick:

look

me:

u are SO EMO

Patrick:

at 1st i thought it was a joke

me:

SO EMO

Patrick:

and then i noticed

me: EMO

Patrick:

there were no comments

me:

are u crying right now too

Patrick:

so maybe it was the real thing and you were at a funeral
fuck off

me:

thats cos they hadnt been moderated
are u mad

Patrick:

no

me:

ok
EMO

Patrick:

how does that make me emo

me:

i dunno
just does

Patrick:

all i wrote was if you can’t make it to the game i understand
the **** isnt all that matters

me:

only emo people understand

Patrick:

so how is that emo
fuck you

me:

HHSHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAHHA
HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA

Patrick:

SHADDUP!!
i’m writing a poem

me:

HAHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

about crying?

OH SWEET MERCIFUL WOE
SOMETIMES YOU COME
SOMETIMES YOU GO

alienate my alienation of the putrification of our struggling nation (hahaa)

ohohfhjgf hahahaha

this is hard

hard OH HARDNESS OF HARD
WHY DIDN’T I MAIL MY UNCLE THAT CARD

my moods they doth sway
swaying gently in the hay
though the hay be not of gold but of dark shadows on the plane
and the winds they are BITTER and they are full of STINGERS

fuck i forgot how hard it is to be unjustifiably emotional i want to punch myself

look who dropped in CAPTAIN EMO!

Patrick:

nice dress

me: it is the essence of my life

Patrick:

that and oxygen
good call
well i couldn’t convince outlaw of pony rides at the wedding
but we got a martini bar
so two bars all night long

me:

ooooooooooooooooooh
open bar?

Patrick:

you have to ask?
of course
you will not leave hungry or sober

me:

nice
i want to bust out of the dress like the seams and zippers splode
then i can sue your wedding

Patrick:

you can do that?

me:

we’ll see

Patrick:

no i mean sue my wedding?

me:

and i mean WE’LL SEE

because i don’t trust myself to take a picture of the dress right now cos i have dye all over my head here is a picture where the red scribbles represent tiny perfume bottles and confetti and other super girly gay shit please don’t be surprised if i 1. marry this dress and 2. this blog turns into a tribute to my new dress blog also 3. maybe i should buy another dress i mean the same dress but x2 so one dress is for important grown-up functions and the other one is for being wasted at 3am sitting on a curb wearing busted flip flops and crying.

phil and gator

warning this video may cause you to weep and sigh deeply.

raymi gator fetch

I LOVE YOU GATOR CALL ME

the nite riders

giggly girly post alert:

ooooh i just bought my dream dress for the three upcoming weddings i will take a picture of it. i also bought blue/black hairdye yep i’m going back to the dark i can’t commit to this red business anymore cos my hair looks way too greasy the days i don’t wash it even when it isn’t cos of my roots so i hope you enjoyed my reddish hair while it lasted.

i want to draw a hundred pictures of myself with my new dress on i think i will.

oh and here is a photo of my mom and my brother:

now let us all formally say goodbye to my hair:

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

fucking beautiful.

we saw the descent yesterday and i was just typing a whole funny paragraph about it when i realised i was typing but i hadn’t clicked in the compose box properly i feel like seth green in that drug movie (party monster) with macauly when he’s on speed and he’s manically writing and writing all nite long then when he comes to he looks at all these blank pages in front of him and is like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo.

anyway i yelled my head off during the descent like LOUD and stupid but so was everyone else so it was ok i had to shove my little movie theatre sweater in my mouth at most parts also cos i kept going OH MY GAWD during the quiet tense scenes and we were three aisles from the front so it felt like a huge glowing arrow was floating over my head everytime i opened my mouth or gasped.

the guy beside me didn’t blink once and robotically shoved candy into his mouth and crinkled his bag i was thinking dude you are SO stress-eating right now GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR CANDY OR I WILL RIP OUT YOUR EYES I AM SO SCARED!!!!1

we originally were going to see that will ferrel movie but it was sold out and fil got crabby real quick so i suggested the descent knowing how scary it was cos lise told me so ALSO the entire cast is made up of in-shape bitches with accents and they are caving which is like fil’s fantasy everytime his eyes close except he also has a ponytail and there are tiny faeries putting dainty little flowers in it and brushing it and he is climbing into the pit of the earth looking for secret treasure with jeff goldblum anyway once we sat down and the four homos in front of us shut up fil’s crabbiness went away.

nora jane noone is in it whom i have a boner for cos she was in the magdalene sisters and she’s fiesty and has huge cans wow i am such a lesbian yeah so she’s cast as the comedy relief.

go see it you will be very scared and entertained.

bye.