you guys need to keep reading raymi and laura and antidisestablishmentarian thank you.

Dear Douglas Coupland

i was waiting for the streetcar today, after my psychiatrist appointment and i overheard two girls and a woman with a walking-cast on her left leg, talking. one girl had pink hair like that pink girl and she was very rude to her mother and she radiated tons of attitude. it was disgusting. she spoke of being buzzed and other dumb things. i wondered where she lived. i wanted to tell her not to be mean to her mother and then i felt bad for being rude to my mother, and anyone i had ever been rude to. i was drinking a coffee and the sun was shining and it was on my face and i hated it and i loved it. and then i remembered that the tanning salon is closed on mondays.

now i am home in my room and it is all pink because i put up a new curtain and the sun shining through gives off this nice hue. like a boudoir. a boudoir for kindergardners. wait, how do i spell boudoir? whatever. that word is not important, anyways.

i hope you are being as human as you can possibly be.

raymi

Dear Douglas Coupland

Hi. I miss you. Do you miss me? i bought all families are psychotic a little while back but i am not finished reading it. i’m in the middle of reading 7 different books. some are these pamphlet-type things my psychiatrist gave me about depressive illness and bipolar shit. i’m seeing him tomorrow. i’m glad because i went out tonite and i wanted boys to talk to me and none of them did. this one guy had camouflage pants. but i’m glad he didn’t speak to me. i wanted to be close to someone really bad. anyone. i’m mad that i don’t have an email address for you or a phone number or a snail mail address. perhaps by the time you are 60 i will finally speak to you. i want to be your protege. really. sandra told me you were gay and i said no way and that it doesn’t matter.

several book reports in highschool i did on your books. generation x and microserfs. do you know how hard it is trying to explain to highschool tards the simplicity of your writing? really hard. i am related to jack kerouac. yah. i compared big sur to on the road and no one understood me but my teacher. it’s like trying to explain that feeling that christmas decorations and christmas lites give you and the feeling of christmas, in general.

like scrunched-up euphoria and happiness in the pit of your belly.

or a slip ‘n slide when you are 7 years old
and wearing a new fluorescent bathing suit.

why don’t people approach me?

Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

anti says:

shit i love falling alseep in all my clothes

r le minx says:

hahahaa

r le minx says:

me too

r le minx says:

i do it all the time and then i got out wearing the same clothes from the nite before

anti says:

we gotta get you this douglas guys email!

anti says:

pronto!

r le minx says:

i know!

r le minx says:

i love him so much it hurts. my friend of a friend of douglas couplan says i am going to scare him away. but what does he know, he says. oh well. if it was meant to be, than it was. if not, oh well.