i have to walk all the way to the pharmacy with fucked up hair to buy some conditioner
i went to the coffee shop wearing the most ridiculous shirt and booty shorts ever and it felt like everyone knew about my stupid outfit and were personally offended by it
and then i saw a boy and girl on a date and the girl said now tell me everything about you and the boy was like uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh duuuurrr
i wonder what kind of conditioner i will buy today
maybe i will buy the most expensive brand with all the bells and whistles and gimmicks
the dude who works there is a homo who tries to push pills on people
that’s what i heard
dude, push away
i missed the season premiere of survivor, did anyone tape it? if you watched it email me and tell me EVERYTHING.
last nite in bed i brought the bag of doriots with me that just won’t leave me alone and i ate a couple and was soonly grossed out but then fil went all fat girl psychotic and ate the crap out of them and i asked him if he was in love with eating and he said yes and then i asked if he loved doritos more than me and he said while he is eating them yes but when he is done eating he loves me again and then i asked if he loved the daily show more than he loved me and he said while it is on he loves the daily show more and then i asked if he loved the cat more than me and that’s when things got hysterical.
right now i am eating the shit out of some doritos and i cannot stop and my stomache is aching from it and i am practising pink floyd’s fearless cos it is band practise tonite but it is hard to sing when you have a million doritos in your mouth oh well.
so there was a robbery/hostage-taking down the street and i went over and took some photos but it seems in poor taste to post them, and they’re not very exciting either. anyway, apparently the dudes got away in a cab. yawn.
we rented darkness last nite, it’s suppose to be scary and anna paquin is in it. there is something about her that is so appealing and bizarre at the same time, like is it her fucking eyes or her retarded voice or humongously dry hair, i dunno, but i love her.
anyway, it was a good movie except they don’t explain much to you or the reason behind this occult bullshit, it’s just something that needs to be done i guess.
and of course there is a little boy who draws fucked up shit on a notepad and his pencil crayon keeps rolling under the scary bed and a carousel starts up all on its own and the lights are always going out.
the boy has these bruises around his neck that are never explained, you just figure that it’s the imaginary dead kids who are doing it to him.
at least i was drunk.
oh yeh i was taking photos of my mum at the hostage hoohurrah and her friend goes oh come on that’s like taking photos of car accidents in LA and my mum shushed her and went quiet it’s for the blog and her friend goes what’s a blog and i pretended i didn’t hear her and then she asked again so i snapped and said IT’S A WEBSITE JOURNAL.
then i left before things got to be too embarassing.
more on bored and miserable rich smalltown ladies later. like, why can’t they take up drinking and just fuck off already and shut up about their sense of self and healthy diets. whatever happened to the peg bundy’s?
i dunno, i have this thing about my mother’s friends where i seriously hate them all and whenever i bump into my mum and she is with one of her emotinal headcase self-help addicted women friends i can see this look in their face like they spend hours shit-talking me and everything about my life so i can’t stand to be near them and especially when my mum tells me every single detail about their failed marriages and other crap.
