Oh hi,

You know that feeling of having something itchy rub against your bare bum-whether it be
synthetic negligee or a woolly blanket? I hate that feeling, especially when you scratch your cheeks profusely
and the irritation still doesn’t cease, as if the itchiness has instilled on your fanny
semi-permanently.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m a fan of yours. I am a new one, however.
I don’t claim to have been reading your entries before they existed, or read every single
one while memorizing random lines from ‘marketable depression’ on the side.. in fact, I don’t claim to anything except finding you interesting. On the other hand, I have now added you to the list of my heroes.

Here is the list:

-Thom Yorke
-Bjork
-Raymi

Now, I am accepting the fact that you don’t rhyme with the other two, but I have always
thought that my third would somehow rhyme too..by fate, or something… if only your parents had named you Hork or Mork.

I haven’t read enough of your entries to figure out whether you like rap or not.
If not, I suggest you check out the album Sage Francis-A healthy distrust. It may change
your mind. And if you already like rap, I guess this paragraph is kind of pointless.

I don’t want to tell you that I am exactly like you, because I’m sure you have heard that enough
times. I think if I actually thought that, I would just be trying to match my a, b and c
traits to your d, e and f traits, when probably everyone has an a, b and c trait that matches
to your d, e and f trait.

Right now, I’m watching the movie Proof. Have you seen it? It’s about this family who has this
insnae genius mathematician father who dies( ie. sexy anthony hopkins), and his daughter Catherine who may have inherited his gift.
Gwyneth Paltrov is lovely-she is a wonderful crazy bitch in it. Jake
Gyllenhall isn’t bad either. I probably wouldn’t recommend it though.
I can already tell it’s going to have a terrible ending.

But, I kind of like this line so far:

Claire(some random blonde actress): Did you use that conditioner I brought you?
Catherine(gwyneth): No. Shit. I forgot.
Claire: Well, it’s my favorite. You’ll love it, Katie. I want you to try it.
Catherine: I’ll try it next time.
Claire: You’ll like it. It has jojoba.
Catherine: What is jojoba?
Claire: It’s something they put in for healthy hair.
Catherine: Hair is dead.
Claire: What?
Catherine: It’s… It’s dead tissue. You can’t make it healthy.
Claire: Whatever. It’s good for your hair.
Catherine: Like what? A chemical?
Claire: No. It’s organic.
Catherine: It can be organic and still be a chemical.
Claire: I don’t know what it is.
Catherine: Heard of organic chemistry?

I’ll tell you later whether I was right about the ending or not.

This letter has already gone on too long.

Turrah,

Camilla

P.S. I am an awesome drunk

my throat kills i think maybe wearing a tank top in the pouring rain wednesday might have something to do with it. last nite everything i said was fucking hilarious. more later.

hey look it’s jim!

holy fucking shit i am exhausticated and we’re still going strong and we are having a vodka cola lemon break and i changed my outfit a hundred times. did i mention i think i might be getting sick? fil’s computer doesn’t have the right drivers for my pentax so no super cool fotos sorry. it’s raining again.

on thursday at green room this nice couple were trying to find a nice dry table/seat but the one vacant one that was only half covered, there was rain droplets all over the seats and i said go ahead sit there it’s probably not going to rain again. dot dot dot. well, not like i’m a meteorologist or anything dot dot dot. they sit elsewhere with no shelter and three minutes later it fucking pours bouncey ball sized raindrops. i’m awesome.

anyway remember i spoke to a skinhead?

after seeing american history x i had week long edward norton can fully fuck me fantasies and that’s how i got the skinhead to talk to me.

now i am reading catcher in the rye. i read it before when i was in grade seven, not for school, but for nerd pleasure. i’m amazed at how much i don’t remember and how this book changes the way i think about people, judgingly. no wonder nerds think they’re “above it”, “above you” – their only friends are fictitious pretentious assholes.

i ripped part of the nail out of my thumb last nite and it bled all over the place and it fucking hurts to type i’m gonna go get an iced coffee with fil so sean can work cos apparently i am “talking too much” bye.

ungh i fully have to crap right now. i am using fil’s puter cos mine still has aids we think. sorry for my absense yesterday afternoon SUCKED i was too depressed to leave the condo.

ok i deuced and i think i lost 3.5 lbs or i no longer have intestines.

fil has this game on his treo called drug wars and i like it because i get to peddle invisible speed and pcp and cocaine and buy bigger trenchcoats so i can fit more drugs on my person and i play it when no one is paying me attention at the bar and then i scream across twenty people FIL I FOUND SOME ACID ON A DEAD GUY IN CENTRAL PARK, SAFE!

i thought up a new name for my fucking book last nite at the pedestrian show but alack i drank it away then we went to this yuppie scum king street place that use to be called the loft but now is called menelux for some retarded reason and sean‘s scotch was 27.50, that’s how zactly stupid this place is. they were playing baraka at least. anyway i am pretty much best friends with pedestrian by now what with my amazing social skills and all and joel said he would quit the band if we didn’t go to their show today at….

edgefest.

he also plays guitar in our lady peace he’s like i dunno the extra guitar guy? um, i have never been to edgefest but at least i’m getting in free and get to not be with the hippies in the fields.

i think i’m drunk still and my throat is fucked i smoked weed last nite at the yuppie place at our table right after i rolled it and that’s when i got really funny.

ungh bye.