yeah it’s true your eyes aren’t busted i’m kind of wicked.
this fence is redundant that’s what i said and no one cared but me, i care, so i took a picture.
i don’t get it you like weed or something please help this is really hard to “figure out”.
she’s laughing because i just asked if her dog was on her way to rotate this and then maybe shanghai cowgirl after that. that’s ella, she is blind and a pretty slammin’ party dog. if i had a dog i would call it party dog. no i wouldn’t i would call it frankenstein.
burn! jonathan dropped a can of diet pepsi on his toe and thus opened up a gauntlet of jokes for me all nite long about it (diet pepsi for example what the hell people drink that?), everytime he walked past i held out my beer and went WHOOPS! and pretended like it was going to slip out of my hand. (i will sue you if you steal my material ps.) he was wearing black socks and tevas cos his foot hurt so much that’s how we found out about his toe i was like whatEVER you are wearing sandals at a party then he takes off his sock and i’m all STOP IT I CAN’T BREATHE! i have a dictionary’s worth of burns i made about him all nite long i’ll share with you later.
this is the part where i tell you i have rabbits on my socks, like stuffed bunnies. i went hey want to see something stupid? to brad and busted one out and he snot-laughed basically. you can invite me to your parties if you want.
see? thanks mom!
britt has a tattoo of john lennon’s chop because she thinks she is better than me i will spare you the details of the beatles yoko ono fact fight we had it got a little heated i am basically my dad now.
that’s the drummer for goldfinger.
hey how did you know? gill has a betty boop “thing” it’s kind of scary.
basement ceiling humour.
oh thanks i would LOVE a potato!
so incredibly hung right now go away holiday parties! and my body is sore from pole-dancing and then dancing more last nite i can’t even lift my arms how pathetically out of shape i am too! i remember once i threw a rolled up piece of paper across the room and my arm was sore for like a fucking week!
i am going on a talking-at-parties hiatus.
yeah right you wish.
and did you know that i cannot do the roger rabbit and i tried like fifty times and i looked like carlton on meth? so sad because i really want to do the roger rabbit i think my life would be a lot better if i could do novelty dance moves perfectly.
later i will tell you about some other thing i think was funny that i said but probably isn’t.
rilah interviewed me again about this thing call eating disorders.
it’s nice to see that someone else out there doesn’t have a life too.
