merkley???: ha — i’m acting all stupid

me: what like an insecure girl?

merkley???: a little
ha ha
i’ve been known to sabotage good opportunities
40 year old moms who go back to college
how gay

me: like my mom
except shes a career student now
no life but seems to know everything about everyone elses life and whats good for them

merkley???: who — you? no
you have a nice life

me: no i mean my mom
has no life
therefore bugs the shit out of everyone else

merkley???: oh yeah
is she still commenting on your blog and mooching your www.fame?

me: yes
im still moderating duh
um if you want to check something cool out you might want to go to my blog right now and read my new title

merkley???: so the moderating is mostly due to your own mother — sheesh

me: YES IT IS ALL BECAUSE OF HER

merkley???: ha ha
nice
releotard

me: yeah it came to me just now

merkley???: leoretard

me: i was going to put DOES LEOTARD RHYME WITH RETARD
hmm i smell a new poll on the horizon

merkley???: its a pretty good poem
the way you did it is obviously better

me: poem?
yeah i guess it is a poem
A POEM ABOUT MY LIFE

merkley???: ha

me: deep

merkley???: repeat it aloud in mixed company for extra nuts driving

me: yeah
in a funny voice

merkley???: over and over
moonwalking

me: yes
i think these are the new cool rules
slipping in a word that rhymes with other words
pretty wicked

merkley???: tongue clicking too

me: if you say it like how deaf people talk
like yelling
and you have to wear a sweatsuit

merkley???: fully

me: im putting this on my blog so my mom will get the point
i hope her heart wont be broken

merkley???: pantsless is acceptable in shopping malls or on the roof deck

me: yes
i am having trouble suppressing my laughter

merkley???: it’s not like you havent told her one billion times
but you love her so its ok

me: leotard retard

me: ok
there
i hope she gets the point
tho she fucking wont

merkley???: she wont
i have seen you tell her a million times

me: ungh
it makes me want to cry

merkley???: i know how you feel
when someone just wrecks your fun its frustrating

caught in the act nsfw

me: hi
go to sleep

merkley???: dude
you go to sleep

me: i just woke up
i had a full nites rest
and now im doing laundry
makes you feel just a little bit lazy dont it

merkley???: thats fantastic
i had 5 hours of sleep and now i’m awake with a buzz

me: woah lucky

merkley???: i’ve been being very mean to people lately
lashing out etc..

me: oh really
why
hey we watched american pimp last nite – have you ever seen that fillmore slim guy in yer hood
he does sf
hes like 70 something now
pretty much the only pimp in the documentary i dont want to stab in the fucking face

me: ok fine dont answer me

merkley???: wait

me: hurry up

merkley???: i need to see that movie
everyone reccomends it
recommend

me: ok well i bet u have seen fillmore slim
hes cool and non-violent
and a total fossil

merkley???: i wouldnt know if i had

me: tall skinny black dude
pimp
old

merkley???: i’m googling

me: sweet

merkley???: Slim&tedShred.jpg

me: anyway why the lashing out at people
send the url

merkley???: http://www.wangphotography.com/fillmoreslim/Slim&tedShred.jpg

me: yeah thats him
but way less cool than in docu

i am sick

i haven’t eaten yet today

i am reading shopgirl despite having already seen it and i can’t stop thinking about steve martin lusting after claire danes. it’s a nice read and makes me want to starve myself again. good timing too cos there’s a wedding on saturday to attend.

we are going to watch that pimp documentary or at least i am.

we argued about rocky all day on gchat about bringing him here for a little while. we are going to do a trial-run soon i hope it works out. since my grandma is dead the house is being sold and my dad is figuring out his life i guess he needs a cat-break but i know they will be reunited cos they are best friends.

i barely opened my mouth all day somedays if no one calls i don’t speak til fil comes home from work and even if i go out to buy food i can get by on just nodding at cashiers and smiling it’s like a test the lengths i’ll go to avoid verbal interaction. i am not sure if speaking to the cat counts. i guess it does.

i guess i got too braggy about how i rarely come into contact with other people and therefore skillfully avoided getting september sickness like everyone got this month so what’s gestating within me now is hand-me-down sickness, secondhand triplehanded bullshit. next september i will be ready and i will not go near anybody until november.

i am tired of my right nostril dribbling stuff.

i think it’s neat tho that humans can “get sick” like it’s just this thing that is part of life like oh ok we won’t be seeing johnny for a few days and it’s completely normal.

i like to think that on other planets people get something else like wicked long pink hair and vomit rubies and this huge black bear shows up and babysits for a day or two and then just leaves. i wonder what it would be called.

“mom i think i’m GETTING SHITZOED AGAIN!”