i’ve decided to spend all my money on pvc clothing and i am only going to hang out at zen lounge from now on and recite goth poetry that i make up on the spot while i sway to the music. how original i will be. oh mystical sadness i wallow in thee like a dying engine of the ugliest chevrolet and my heartstrings are plucked by swarms of moths and i wither and drown in the pastures of the seventh circle of hell sdg;oifdsgj re’jg fdlgvkmfds.vmdsv. md and i drink ansinth and cut off my ear.

no fuck that, i am going to publish a book of kiss-ass and mean emails i have received over the years.

i might have a plumbing job at the end of the week, if not, next week. fil said i don’t know anything about plumbing and that’s not true, i have five years experience in the selling of parts therefore i know the names of things and what goes where and how you put it together and whatever i don’t know i can learn, so shut up. boys don’t like it when you can do the same job as them and the only reason i am being hired on is because i look like the guy’s ex-girlfriend he dated when he was in his twenties. heh.

yesterday fil stepped on my finger by accident and i tried to fake-cry to make him feel bad and to lay on the guilt but it didn’t work, he just laughed at me, the same thnig he did when his fucking cat slaughtered my thigh and i started crying immediately, real tears because that little bitch sunk his teeth right in and blood came out everywhere and now i have two ugly vampire bite marks on my thigh. ps it really hurt. my hair could be on fire and an arrow shot through my hand and all fil would do is laugh.

now i remember why i was so mad at those cats for waking me up. i was having this wicked cool dream and everyone was complimenting me in it. i don’t remember why they were and what they were saying or who they were unfortunately but the important thing is that i was being complimented and i think i was rich too. but then when i went outside i changed my mind about being angry at the cats because one was sitting beside my bike waiting for me to say hi to him.

i don’t like living beside the cat lady and her 300 cats anymore because saturday morning i awoke to the sound of the craziest loudest catfight ever and it went on for a good ten minutes or so and then hungover me drifted back to sleep but then some evil woman was beating her rug somewhere in the back alley and at first i thought it was gunshots BLAM BAm BAM BAM bam BAMBAMBAMbam BLAM for twenty minutes. holy shit why don’t you buy a vacuum lady. and also there were a bunch of kids screaming and playing in the back alleyway so loud they may as well have been standing on my bed.

and yesterday i saw fil go zero to psycho in a matter of seconds when this dude honked at him for pulling out too far past the stop sign and so fil double flipped him off and made a retarded fuck you facial expression. i. was. shocked.

the coolest things i said last nite to the bartender was “don’t be skimpy with the gold.” as he was pouring us shots of goldschlager. i also shouted out SING IT GIRL when anna was singing a lauryn hill song and she goes did you hear that stupid white girl recording they threw in there and mina said uhh that was raymi.

more later.

in this town there are a bunch of those cross-walks that aren’t really cross-walks because the fancy red bricks aren’t meant to be honour-system please don’t run me over things, they’re just there for classism so you have a 50 per cent chance of smarmy fuckhead drivers to stop for you to cross though my favorite thing to do is when someone is trying to turn left through the crosswalk and there are a few pedestrians and the car is just about to complete its turn i walk out and make them wait more in the middle of the intersection because i am a self-centered bitch and i like it when their face gets all mad and they say FUCK to themselves because they have to wait three seconds longer.