yay i have a new russian friend who found my blog by googling MY BEST FRIEND FUCKING MY FATHER and guess who’s number 1? that’s right, ME!

hot tub accident

I AM A CRAP EXPLOSION.

hoodia plus sour milk (maybe sour) plus espresso plus week before menstruation equals LOOK OUT – it’s like drinking playa del carmen tap water w/o drinking playa del carmen tap water. tonite is sharpie’s birthday party me and fil are going to one of my favorite stores to get her something and then i will most likely buy myself a lot of things too. last nite i invented a new snack/meal – calabrese slices with goat cheese spread on, some basil and a piece of tomato all rolled up. v. nice. we watched down in the valley and edward norton does his typical cuckoo split-personality shit, i highly recommend, some parts are uncomfortable and the genius that is fil chose the one dvd with scratches all over it. he has decided he is never having kids after watching this, or, a slut daughter.

wind it up

is it just me or, is gwen stefani a fucking lunatic? i think i know who i’m drawing next.

hey i heard you like purchasing indie art, here you go angelina, it is $10,000. call me!

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY

ok i will write something now.

being a cat lover i have come to the conclusion that they are rude fucking assholes, tho i love ‘em still. the cat spends all day following you around and demanding to sit on your lap your chest your face for you to feed it and then let it sit on you some more and this carries on throughout the day and then finally it’s time for bed and the cat decides your hand is not clean enough to rest his fucking head on so he spends ten minutes licking it. how fucking rude. fuck you cat, YOU’RE the dirty one. MY EYES ARE FUCKING BLOODSHOT BECAUSE OF YOU AND I HAVE YOUR HAIR ALL OVER MY CLOTHES YOU SELFISH TIT!

anyway. yesterday was a stressful day for me, having nothing to do with the comments thing, this blog isn’t the centre of my universe you know. ok yes it is. i totally blew it at band practise, every song was just terrible. though we normally practise on tuesdays so maybe that had something to do with it, and my dad was using a new whateverthefuck FX pedal and randy had a new bass drum. my mind kept wandering. cool story.

the worst part is when people start thinking they have some sort of ownership of your
blog just because they have been reading for a while.

yours truly,
nancy reagan

scary motherfucker

this is a photograph of what cid’s face looks like before he attacks my face.

tazer tag ya’ll!

this guy is 1. really smart and 2. a very good listener

in-flight safety/two hour traffic pictorials

RAYMI POLL

last week fil and i were friendly-like disagreeing which of course turned into something more once we got immature about it, i don’t recall what started the whole thing but i remember that fil was on his way to the bathroom and i was sitting at my laptop and i said

IT WAS A MISTAKE

and fil said

YOU ARE A MISTAKE

and i countered with um no, actually, YOU fil, are THE MISTAKE, you were the firstborn. i am second born, you are more of a mistake than i am and then he disagreed with me without actually offering up any explanation and shut the bathroom door, pretty much how every argument is settled in these parts, he ignores me and then i LOSE MY FUCKING MIND.

so friends, who is more right? cos obvs. you can never know for sure though i think the first one is always the oops baby and the second one is like oh ok whatever might as well give this mistake a friend, right?

“Thi blog is the mistake!” -Dirk Star