circle jerk exploits

packed, ready to go.

people who say APPS trigger a wild knee-jerk hate-on reaction within me. significantly so. i feel like i am being spoken to by a desperate to please woman-baby. i was around for the 80s and you’re older than me, so i know there was a time when that term was so not in your vocabulary you fucking liar and if you ever say that shit around me again i am leaving your snoozer get-together. (after i eat everything of course) ps. just try and pull “appys” and see what happens.

don’t care how slumming ghetto it appears, shit’s good st. louis.

could put my dance lessons to use here. ha.

much like that radiohead collab with unkle rabbit in your headlights video that i will now listen to fifty times. “she cries when she’s laughing.”

happened upon this amazing little scene, hidden gem i’d imagine. felt like going back in time a bit. i’ve been feeling that way a lot lately actually. being the new girl, where nobody knows my name. it’s kinda great. i always fantasized in school to move around a lot, new friends, new places. to be a new person.

sometimes i feel like poison. like my world is poison and what i mean by that is, i like to keep things separate. would like to. but i also feel an innate sense of obligation to be out with everything. then i remember the poison, the pressure rather, how it affects everyone around me and i want to protect them from it. i’d like to be more forthright is what i’m getting at. maybe.

that tee from walmart (yes i know)(ugh) was 7 bones. the cardi also from w-mart. yes the place is disgustingly evil but, when in rome…nah it was late and zellers was closed. we needed scrabble and 140 dollars later we were done.

i summarize yesterday’s camp scene to that of fubar meets trailer park boys.

no i’m not above it. i’m in it.

every shade of pink i have. commencing nail regrowth. grow and paint and rip. grow and tear and throw it in an ashtray, hide it in the carpet.

there’s been a lot of woods squatting lately.

catching yourself on some twigs on the way down is a little bit of a shock.

how many times do you live?

these guys barely made it through the day. the box kinda gets me jazzed for christmas already. that’s just the stupid talking though. not at all considering any and all potential stress revolving around the holidays.

hi leslie.

yes those seriously were my letters.

i would be lying if i said these dogs weren’t full-on enchanted by me.

and they respond to me as mummy.

it was close but i won. dave got stuck with a Q. i’d like to give a shout-out to dictionary.com for allowing words such as po and i swear there was an “ay” in there too but i can’t see it now.

watching a dog dismantle a stuffed creature of yours is satisfying. freeing.

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and allan as always, rules. he came to my first art show and gave me a nice bottle of red wine, shyly spake some encouraging words and then he was gone. that’s class.

Daily newspapers and television and radio seem to go out of their way to pretend that the internet doesn’t exist.

I’ve always admired her courage, and think she’s brilliant.

as does sean ward

I was catching up on your blog over the weekend and I wanted to tell you that as a member of your audience, I am very excited about this crossroads that you’re at. i wish I had the balls to be as honest and open about my life as you are.

Keep shining, you bright star.

remember this gem wow summer feels so far away. that’s an entire life away. the best quote in this video is when i say, “it’s like here’s my head and my face and then it’s like my face is trying to leave my head.” that’s before i even started smoking the sweet cheecha my friends. don’t be jealous if your face doesn’t look mounted on your head like mine does.

Sean & Raymi discuss the issues from Sean Ward on Vimeo.

just wanted to let you know that i emailed hal, and he said the quote was taken out of context/misquoted. i’m familiar with his writing, so it seeme really weird for him to just say something as cutting as that.

lucas

for the record i am OK with the g&m article. the picture could have been painted differently, but so what. it’s press. many things i said (and we all know how much of a big mouth i am) were left out. but apparently i am a hypocrite for not releasing a statement regarding my painful private breakup because i talk about bowel movements and how much everyone sucks secretly on the internet all the time. me and shulgan are cool, in fact he just called and is being rather helpful with book agent name-droppings so… though i’m not going to ignore my suspicion of his desire to create this grand internet drama clusterfuck betwixt us all. i do admire his shit-stirring candor, it’s amusing. he also considers me the most prolific blogger ever, so there’s that.