pillowcase dress

i hiked it up over my tits to make it sluttier and i’m bloated so having it clingy is not a party right now.

recycling day.

i was angry walking down beverley, i asked fil to clean the kitchen, i am tired of doing it all the time yeah yeah he makes loads more money than i do but could he clean it just ONCE i wake up and it is trashed all the time and then i clean it up and then do it again the next day and so on it depresses me, so anyway he does but then it turns him cuckoo and then has to clean the entire apartment after taking out the recycling on a saturday? and we are suppose to go for a walk to the outdoor art thing radmad was waiting so i am, fine, i’ll wait while you manically rid the condo of spores and dust, then he gets to the bathroom and is all why is the sink clogged i said i don’t know he asks if i put something down it i said no then asks why is it clogged ok yes fil i put cat litter down it and all the hair i could find OMFG then i say what is wrong with you and he says no what is wrong with you!? NOTHING WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU etc.

so i left in a fury and the point of this is i was speed angry marching and with my dress hiked up (yesterday was very windy) the wind caught it and flipped it up to the entire universe multiple times so i had to pull it down and suffer the sweaty pool collecting under my tits and everywhere else.

that story rules.

stay tuned for when i swore at some guys in a cab last nite.

play this next time you get high.

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and now i will rip on postsecret.

oh really how about i am waiting for the day when people like you don’t blame all of your problems on attractive persons like it’s their fault you are a piece of shit failure with no friends.

wow really? are you fucking ten years old? this is your great big secret? you made a personalised postcard, went to all that trouble, to say this? but no one blah blah wah wah call your mom, baby, since when are YOUR feelings other people’s responsibility? suck it up dickbag.

heh, loser. maybe spend less time making ugly postcards and more time meeting people NOT in yahoo chatrooms?

oh what’s this? some genius somehow knew about this postcard before everyone else and already sent an email about it?

—–Email Message—–
Sent: Sunday, July 08, 2007 1:43 PM
Subject: awkward silence

we should talk sometime.

THANKS FOR LETTING THE WORLD BE PRIVY TO HOW FUCKING SAD YOU GUYS’S ARE!

hi i don’t know how TO DO ANYTHING COS I AM A LAZY ANNOYING TURD HELP ME POSTSECRET!

because you are incapable of getting laid in real life.

way to go mr. breaks his dad’s heart and a future in telemarketing.

hey look everyone it’s an in-denial diabetic, you know what fuckface, say goodbye to your vision! my dad’s co-worker is blind now and his wife has to drive him to work everyday in his fancy sportscar cos he is BLIND IN BOTH FUCKING EYES.

by avoiding bring-down yin yang drawing douchebags like you.

haha burn.

oh fucking burn in hell you asshole piece of shit scum, secrets like these should be mailed back to the wife, fuck this arrogant shameless dick.

thanks for boring the shit out of me and wasting everybody’s time.

throw it out before he sees it you dink!

good! fuck those hippies!

haha that picture is funny.