give me minimal run out of town none of them can see me now

Burnoutington begins.

Cold weekend. Stacked weekend. Ha.

Malivoire is a delicious wine, not cheap. It’s open and cleansing and you can go through a bottle like that. Yes I am a wine snob.

My hair was various degrees of insane on Saturday night. Wild Woman!

I have beer halls on the brain now.

Dad’s brunch burger.

This is what Flava flav had when he came to wakestock.

Nothing like a free $50.

My brunch. It was wash hair day so everyone had to wait longer and semi-fed themselves food so it warranted a lunch menu item (for my dad) when I had my breakfast. You know when you can feel the anger of the house when you are taking like a half hour long shower maybe 45 minutes, pulsing through your head, throbbing contempt as you stand under the showerhead trying to blast the hottest of water into your soul, like a zombie becoming pure, reborn again. I wrote material as I stood there. About how I could feel hate coming through walls at me Lol. It better get laughs!

A 2010. I buy gorgeous wine at my dad’s for Bingington. I was pre-celebrating tonight (MTV AIRS MY EPISODE OF MTV CREEPS AT 9:30PM!) all weekend long. Leapfrog back flip wheee.

An emo dusk, cold. Cold as hell cold. Which isn’t cold at all so what is the deal with that fuckin’ saying? I wrote material all weekend long and jokes on the spot at my dad’s. He said there are no funny women comics, I said but, I am funnier than you! Confidence is 80% of it. I wish I did stand up prior to mtv I have more confidence now since doing it. You will see. I’m still a bundle of shivering nerves but I repurpose that energy for good, for laughs!

And disco bacon.

I am turning in to Yoko Ono in the car now. I read in The last days of Lennon (now out of print) that Yoko was extremely nervous in the car, anxious, so was Lennon (he was a shut-in in the end) but in the car she would wig out frightfully and I am way too jumpy or, aware maybe. I’ve had too many nightmares lately and just stress in general. It makes you on edge at all times, kind of semi-entertaining. But, I also do not like how teacher drives. I am only 50% to blame for ducking and dodging shit as co-pilot, mellow harshed. If I could sit in the same spot and never ever move sometimes, I would.

EEEeeeh. My hair is so white and fine here you can’t even see it on this side of my head, it was pulled back from my headband. Last day post-salon, pre-shower. Women know what these things, mean. My minutiae. My grandmother kept lists, Kerouac was also descriptive, pointlessly so. But you keep reading anyway.

Told our favourite waitress about being on mtv today but she said she takes her sleeping pill and is in bed by 9, I told her it was on at ten or eleven (I don’t have MTV so I don’t know these things) but she said she will watch it later on the internet. This is the waitress I accidentally caps lock emailed FUCK OFF and she told us this the last time we were there, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. My dad was dying behind his newspaper. Bahahha anyway she loved it I guess and me, I waved to the croatian owner over the pass, and to our weird Justin Long lookalike waitor who always wears shorts (even on Sunday when it was like living at the North Pole) and is definitely in theatre. These are the moments of my life. I told my dad I took over his breakfast place he’s like yeah I know everybody knows you!

Their serving style is peculiar and fucked up, sometimes we are having arguments, I overhweard the saddest conversation beside us, it’s like eating on an old ass boat, back in time.

Made food during the mighty battle what was Risk. It went a good 4 hours and met no conclusion. Alliances barely made, definitely not kept, trash talk, yelling, a lot of yelling, drinking. IT WAS A GOOD TIME! Thanks dad.

North America is always left as a bargaining chip while we duke it out in Asia and Europe.

And Teacher plays like a jack ass.

Kept a civil buzz steady throughout.

I added bacon fat to the eggs. They are called Bacon Fat Eggs.

Asia was taken over and called RAYMSIA.

Raymi Aryming up multi-borders on that gigantic continent was fucking stressful and probably why my face broke out in to zits this weekend haha.

I think my dad destroyed us in scrabble.

Sleeping in my brother’s old bedroom, stark, bunkerish, usually loaded and delusional from hours of tv and eating garbage, passed out to Jersey Shore. Vinny is a downer.

At home, the dog sleeps on my legs and the cat sleeps on my face, she placed her fat furry middle INTO MY MOUTH last night, no, two nights ago. We know she is coming when she jumps on my side table because everything smashes all over the place then she prepares for take off with no regard for where my face might be on the pillow or near the edge, she’s a dwarf and part retarded. Adorable. Then lies in the crook of my arm or on my head or both for an hour while my legs are propped up like in a hospital bed thanks to stella and I am stapled under the blanket from Teacher and Stella on either side i will draw a picture of it for you and you will claw your own eyes out from loss of breath just from having suffocated visually from seeing it. Imagine that plus a fuzzy cat stuffed in your mouth and nose.

White Punjabi Santa will make it all better! That’s Rocky’s neck strangler on his head.

Y’all got owned. And by y’all I meant myself cos I got no points out of this.

I wish. So bored lately, bring it on. J/k I do not think people with brain chemistries such as myself should be experimenting with these types of drugs.

Is Chandel, here?

Ate the hell out of these. They get you drunk right? It’s hard to tell through the drunk.

OKAY BATH TIME I MUST REFLECT NOW! LOVE YOU XO RLW.