hi babe were u from how old u message back

mickey, Male
17 years old

United Kingdom

i am 23 i dont do children you are basically a foetus bye

well i aint a child i 20 years old

actually your profile says you are 17, no matter, you have the maturity level of a gnat.

y have i i was only starting convo cos i fort u was good lookin

i am out of your league

how u figure that 1

well first of all i know how to spell, i am older, wiser, more-established, i don’t wear cheesy gold necklaces and i am not a wankster. i am sure you are a nice boy though. if you want to get with ladies, change your act.

first the gold is real i a pikey fro a site i cant spell cos i didnt go school out of 10 wat would u rekon me

i dont understand what this means.

wot dont you understand

you proved my point
i am out of your league
accept it

jamie is cobbling my boots right now, the heels are coming undone and the wood is splitting. cobbling. haha. cobbler.

i am so insanely annoyed at haloscan right now is it too much to ask to be able to refresh my comments every five minutes?!???

**ok comments work again.

in jamie‘s loft sound travels, doi, so last nite the sound of the cats crunching on cat food was suuuuper loud and instead of being annoyed by it i found it to be almost comforting ALBEIT it sounded like bones being gnawed at and it made me wonder why dry food is well, so dry, why can’t it be half-dry? don’t you want your cat to dine on something more appealing and less noisy? is it a method of control to let them know they are way beneath us and worthy only of eating garbage turned kibble what smells like dirty vagina?

anyway deb’s cats are the best i like them, rory is a full-on hitler cat see:

i have already started calling rory by norm i dunno he looks like a norm, he is very nice. the other one miss velvet was a bit skiddish at first but now she has come around and when i make a noise that you make to beckon a cat she comes right to me.

moving on, jamie showed me this glass last nite and asked if i had remembered it and i said uh no where is it from and he said it was from when i walked out of blu lounge to puke behind a dumpster and he kept it haha. i can’t remember if it was full of water or beer though. speaking of blu lounge i think it is closed so sorry if you went there i couldn’t blog yesterday to say it was a no-go old blogger was down which i am i have not switched to beta and i doubt i will less they force me to.

this woman has a question.

for some reason i can’t get my comments to open so no i am not ignoring you.

ok so i made it through customs and all that worrying was a stupid waste, luckily i lined up in the american citizen line by mistake and the chick was all how did you get in that line i said uh i dunno uhhh, i guess she figured i was dumb, therefore harmless and just waved me through and then i took the hugest BM ever EVER EEEVVEEERRR! i thought i was actually going to crap myself waiting in the queue for my boarding pass, i got all hot and fainty and i had to cross my legs and clench everything and i kept picturing well, the worst. had i lined up in the canadian line i would’ve had to wait an extra hour at least, phew.

then i had two double jamaican rum and oj’s at the lounge, i wasn’t planning on them being doubles but oh well i’m “on vacation” whatevs. so i have a buzz on and go to board and then i panic a bit thinking um maybe i am TOO buzzed everyone else appears to be with it so i bought gum and chillaxed, boarded, and then felt like the dumbest person ever, i completely forgot how to figure out how to find my seat by the letter/number on my ticket and so i held up the line exclaiming to the entire plane I DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING like four times, total space cadet, i talk like a valley girl when i am looped so all these suit guys are all ho ho i know the way. anyway i felt dumb.

i sat beside this nice dude and we chatted for the majority of the flight which made time pass rather quickly.

jamie met me at the airport because i am too neurotic to travel by taxi alone into the city but before the taxi i bummed a light off some jersey dude which was actually his busted cigarette and i even gave him a fresh belmont but he still gave me a ton of attitude and everyone else i have encountered more or less since arriving i have been scrutinizing the way they speak to me and ask jamie if he thinks it’s rude or common, i guess i have been in canada for too long and am accustom to manners? phoniness? maybe it’s just me and my hi i am a tourist niceness that’s a turn-off?

we went to greenpoint tavern and AFV was on when we walked in!!!! total swoon. then we got mildly drunk and jamie’s blood sugar dropped unexpectedly so i had to rush and get him a chocolate bar i was a bit scared, i knew all about his diabetes and all that but with him it’s like i dunno, hard to believe cos he’s a fully-functional normal guy and you forget that he has a “condition” so yesterday was like a oh right you can’t over do it so much. he was apologetic and i was apologetic and he said it was his responsibility and i said yeah but it’s not like i’m gonna be HAVE DIABETES ON YOUR OWN TIME JAMIE!!

ha.

i think i will get my period today my stomache is aching, that or my liver is busted.

i almost bought hair dye but i looked in the mirror at the pharmacy and thought my hair looks fine, the only reason i want to dye it is cos i think it’ll look less greasy the days i don’t wash it.

i bought new shampoo and conditioner forgetting that i won’t be checking my luggage so much for that.

the neighbors are fighting again.

i got my bank card thing fixed, it wasn’t compromised afterall, there was just a hold cos not all my funds had cleared or something i didn’t really understand the teller but she was really nice and gave me a passbook and i felt bad cos she waited forever for it to print/update i said sorry i do my banking online i have not visitted a teller since 2004. i was all anxious before going to the bank cos i am use to customer service people treating me shitty OR telling me the answer is NO, i dunno why, so i build everything up in my head and prepare to be let-down figuring everything is out of my hands but then i get treated nicely and everything works out and it is a huge burden off my shoulders it makes me want to celebrate and go on a bender, i feel like i accomplished this great big feat when really all i did was walk down the street into a bank and two minutes later everything was fixed. i can’t wait until i am older and ten times more senile.

so i celebrated by going to a restaurant by myself and ordering singapore vermicelli and i sat sideways to this other table so that they could watch me eat, and there is no delicate way to eat vermicelli, i always have fluorescent yellow sauce marks all over my chin and face, quite attractive and when i left i said to everyone YES IT IS TRUE YOU JUST WITNESSED ME EATING ALONE IN A RESTAURANT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME WASN’T IT AMAZING?

oh my tampons flew out of my bag before i sat down too, i’m sure everyone enjoyed that.

my left heel is cut up a bit from my boots, i need to stop wearing fil’s old man socks, they don’t stay secure to my heel, sigh.

so i ended up wearing my tights to the hospital and guess who couldn’t stop making fun of my outfit the entire time? yep my mom. thanks mom. she has this thing where she is extremely negative and has to make fun of me constantly i don’t get it my entire family is like that, anyway she acts like i am the mean one maybe if she reads it on my blog she will get it? likely she will send me a long email that i won’t read, re-stating how much she has done for me like she is a huge martyr and all that which is somehow suppose to justify making fun of me constantly? i’m fucking sick of it. she also INSISTS on commenting on my blog incessantly and she thinks that if she hasn’t done it for a few days that the issue is resolved and then she comments all over again, she is the reason why my comments are moderated and no matter how many times i BEG HER TO STOP she doesn’t, we exchange emails back and forth with me being polite then extremely nasty saying STOP COMMENTING ON MY FUCKING BLOG and while this is happening she is COMMENTING ON MY BLOG!! i threaten to publicly call her out on her shit and then i don’t, but why not? she’s an adult she can take it right? mom if you think this is shit-talking you should read hoo-ha she blogs about her mom constantly. please help me to get her to stop everyone this has been going on FOREVER and i am too fucking sad about it, i can’t have my own creative outlet without my mom harping all over it i don’t want to moderate my comments any fucking more.

yesterday even she told me to realise that YOU GUYS want to be entertained by her/us she doesn’t care about what i want at all and she’s the parent. FUCK. she thinks she is somehow deserving of attention from MY blog and she never listens to me i cannot stress that part enough, since 2001 she has been reading my blog, and since i added comments she has been commenting, so i have been asking her for years to stop YEARS and she refuses totally fucking refuses to respect my wishes and cos she is my mother i’m suppose to just take it? i said fil’s mom reads his blog and doesn’t comment and her answer is I AM NOT FIL’S MOM and obviously cos fil’s mom respects her child’s wishes, many bloggers their moms read their blogs, every post, but respect their children’s wishes and don’t leave comments all over them, why then is my mom the only one who INSISTS to leave comments??? it’s embarrassing leave me alone. maybe we would get along better if you weren’t smothering my blog? you write highly personal things in my comments things that are private and should be emailed and you say well you do it why can’t i? cos this is MY blog and i choose what to say and what to omit, before i moderated comments i was always nervous you would say something that you shouldn’t, don’t you get it yet? my blood pressure is rising incredibly right now just thinking about this i am not hiding the fact that you irritate me anymore and no i am not a mean daughter i am merely reacting to years of this behaviour.

mom you wouldn’t show up to your son’s work and hang around the office and tell everyone your opinions constantly and criticize everything so why is it ok for you to come here and do that? it’s not.