i also took my zoloft too late so i am feeling lucid and uh, i need a better way to describe this missing-meds feeling, insanely irritable but lacking the energy to react or do anything about it, zombielike apathy and funtime self-destructive girl wheeee.

we walked over 7 km today and then we had a big nap instead of going to see a movie and i finished reading the pharmacist’s mate. now we are going to meet sharpie and others for MENTAL RETARDATION SATURDAYS.

i am going to drink gin and cucumbers and tonic until i am speaking spanglish.

oh yeah later we saw a girl with a black-eye who was wasted at the pub and she was bragging about being thrown out of the ‘firkin and how she and her friend were gonna go be lesbos and call idrinx and didn’t trust the atm machine which she kept referring to as debit. i love toronto sigh.

my mind was going manic lying in bed before deciding whether or not i was gonna get up or pretend like i could actually go back to sleep again. i was thinking of all these one-liners and shit and i couldn’t stop them they just come to me like how psychic people are all, “i am psychic” or how christians are just fucking insane, anyway.

i have a big hate-on for everything and everyone right now i ran out of crazy pills so that’s the theme of the day today GET CRAZY PILLS and elizabeth and her dog are coming along with me and fil and i told her not to dress jewish and by that i don’t know what i meant. she said she would leave her yammakuhs at home and i said why can’t religions have cool shit to wear like hi-tops?

she isn’t even jewish though she may as well be. and here she is on mushrooms as a skinny jew retard.

she also told me to mention that this photo was taken approximately 6 months before cowboy boots were cool again.

me, brother, cousin (lying down) – in montreal saying bye to great grandfather albert kerouac

ooook so last nite i met stan’s fiancee who I DO NOT LIKE. we were discussing the stag party rather fil and i were and i said sooo i am invited to this right and she cuts in ARE YOU GOING TO BE THE STRIPPER? all catty-like right. so i go out for a smoke so as to not explodify i even considered just fucking leaving before the second and third courses and walk over to my dad’s.

then later on she is bragging about her brother who writes on messageboards and so then i feel like ok she has redeemed herself cos i like talking about the internet and i say oh well does he have a blog and she goes i think so maybe but you wouldn’t want to get to know my brother he would cut you up and make you feel bad he doesn’t like people who try too hard and i’m thinking right a nerd who writes on a messageboard is going to make me feel bad.

anyway i thought i liked nerds and she helped remind me that i do not.

i asked stan why does your woman fuckin’ hate me and he said she was trying to out-hip my hipster and i said well i’m not a fucking hipster and i’m not mad i’m not “trying hard” to be mad it just comes naturally.

i’m going to google her brother now cos i remember the board he writes on lets go see exactly how fucking non-trying he is.

also way to make a great first impression lady. i officially do not want to come to your fucking wedding and i am so glad that i spent four hours eating dinner with you while you insulted me and scoffed at everything i said meanwhile i could have been hanging with my dad who is sad right now and wouldn’t ask if i was going to be a stripper.

fuck i am still so utterly fuckerly fucking mad about this!

jd fortune photo

Date: Mar 24, 2006 6:51 PM

Hey, I’m a gallery mod for a site totally dedicated to JD Fortune and I saw your photo. With your permission, I’d love to add it into our gallery. This is our site if you want to check it out first:

fortune448.com

Let me know!

Kara

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

also look who is second.

ok so i’ve heard of shrinkage buuuut….

caption this.

the GAY PARTY TAPE

I AM A RAP STAR by raymi

fuck i’m pretty
i live in the city
my life ain’t shitty
i dump on ya’lls titty
my blog gets them hitty
mad props hits the clitty
drinkin’ bottles of fiddy
mackin’ bitches left right and citty

‘dem writin’ songs ’bout me
what the shit they sayin’ ’bout you
nothin’ bitches nothin’
what they sayin’ mad true
this bitch be dope hittin’ slopes jumpin rope
what you husslin’ like me nope

stick wit it long ’nuff you’s get closer to them muff eatin’ gruff shit be rough not so much when the going’s tough touch the stuff hard enough when they hate give them dust

fuck me? fuck you your ass is tired you’re dirty foo
your life ain’t true you want ‘spect it ain’t hap’nin soon’s
you start them scribes you need to, little bit die
then you see we be comin’ from seen?

now imagine me poetry slammin’ that!