today i am emo siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
sigh
sighhhh
so look forward to some gay fucking poetry

here is a conversation fil and i just had if you cannot decipher it then you are beneath a grade 2 reading level:

Phil: brb
Phil: b
me: h
Phil: h
me: h

i am on my period and there are no tampons so i am tping it right now i will have to walk to the drugstore and get tampons and waddle with toilet paper in my pants i am a show on the women’s network right now. something about that W in the corner is a turn-off like oprah told me to watch everything on that channel and then i don’t out of spite.

i watched all of me you and everyone we know last nite in bed while fil was asleep i was pretty wasted so all the sketchiness wasn’t such a big deal like oh yeah that 4 year old is getting kissed romantically on the lips by that cougar, fine.

before that we watched the family stone i LOVE that movie anyway i already saw it, though despite that i still asked fil questions about what was going on and it was his first time seeing it. I AM FUN.

hmm maybe if i sit in the same position all day and i don’t do anything or very little i can slow down my bleeding and then i won’t have to go out and get tampons fil can bring them to me A+ for no effort lauren! ok that’s about 7 hours let the fun begin.

the super’s wife let herself into our unit cos i didn’t make it to the door quickly enough, uh next time you better have a vacuum in your hands lady. she’s sweet cos she remembers cid and says she has a cat that looks like him. fil and i have thought maybe she could feed him if we wanted to go away for a week, i get the feeling though that one of her top 5 jeopardy categories would be snooping so maybe not i mean, i would much prefer a friend snooping through my shit and at least if they came across a dildo it wouldn’t be a huge disgusting mystery or anything. anyway i wanted to sleep in some more but landlady and duder came in to change the fire alarm. this building is really gung-ho when it comes to maintenance and upkeep i think the fire alarms in our townhouse growing up were a thousand years old, anyway it’s nice and all but i don’t need a fucking print-out for everything that goes on in this building, fil likes it though it makes him feel like he is part of a club.

a lady died a month ago who lived here for many years and there was a note taped on every floor and in the elevators about it, i wonder when i die if i live here still what my note will say THAT YOUNG FUCKING WHORE WHO THINKS EVERYONE HATES HER DIED WE DON’T KNOW WHEN THE FUNERAL IS AND WE DON’T CARE GOOD RIDDANCE.