people are emailing me less. i dunno why, really, but it’s causing some form of psychological damage. i dyed my hair orange – the color of shiny pennies or that stupid chucky doll, last nite. i like it.
things i am obsessed with:
- checking for the mail every ten minutes until it arrives.
- anything with cheese on it
- things i can put in my hair
- underwear
- haiku’s
- chick flicks
- songs that make me sad
- coke
i think i’ve discovered something a little worse than being hungover – food poisoning.
urrrrgh.
i am so tired of being hungover. i think i will reform myself now. or at least try to. it’s those nites where you say to yourself, “I am not going to drink much tonite.” that you actually end up drinking yourself blind and paying for it twicefold the next day. Being hungover sucks. the end.
I changed my mind. i am making t-shirts. yes, it’s true. they cost 18 dollars + shipping&Handling. tell me what size you want and what specific image.
if you were smart, you could look as cool as this guy.
the basmati rice that i tried to cook just set on fire, this stove’s element is better than the one in maine – ie, it cooks faster so the water disappeared immediately and literally set all the rice on fire from the heat of the stove. i am so depressed and mad cuz now it smells and i have to make the rice all over again. oh fuck it, i am going to make egg ‘n cheese wraps instead.
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i am making little buttons now of my drawings. they are 3 dollars each, buy one please. thank you.
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Today it is my birthday and i am quite hungover. my flight out of boston to Toronto was scarey – lotsa bumps. hate bumps.
more later
i never leave the house. it’s not that i’m not physically capable of doing so, i’m just having one of those can’t be bothered to type moods. It’s lasted two months so far. It could be this town’s not really meant for me – don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad place, it’s just, not my cup of tea. I’m use to more people and public transportation (no bus or subway here) and more than three bars to choose from. But that’s just me. I’m developing this bizarre case of paranoia that really makes no sense. I just feel like everyone’s eyes are on me and i can’t take it anymore so I never go out. Another reason why getting packages in the mail is the best thing since sliced bread because now i don’t have to leave the house to buy things – they get sent to me. Brilliant. It’s beyond being a hermit I think now too. I’m way past that stage. Ten whole hours can go by and i wouldn’t really notice nor care. I only know the days of the week by what’s on the TV. It’s true. Like, yesterday was Thursday because Survivor was on or right now it’s eleven o’clock because Price is Right is on. you get my point. I’m flying back to Toronto tomorrow nite. It’s time to go back to the motherland. I have this three-month disease where every three months I’m like, OK, that’s enough of that. Then I go home. I’ll probably stick around Toronto for awhile. We’ll see what happens. that is of course until I turn into a mega-star and go on tour.
Right? Right.
