secret wall tattoos
f’n brilliant.
i’m selling this bitch. i did it in early 2003 just as i was turning crazy for reals. i was pretty baked when i did it at noel’s old apartment so i was very manic and it only took me ten minutes to do obviously. there is a nice message on the back that doesn’t make any sense and i kissed the canvas and added sparkle glitter to it and pink gooey paint-something. it is 3 feet by 1 feet i think and it costs 200 canadian or maybe we can work something out. PEACE.
they’re gonna let my grandma die, she’s too old to operate and put a feeding tube in her stomache and if she pulls it out she will die anyway. they’re gonna give her morphine which is good. things are gonna get ugly i think over money and stuff now. i don’t think i will be having a party, maybe a post-poned one, so not a priority now.
it’s strange how people don’t really give a fuck when your grandparent dies like whatever they’re not your mom or dad and i kind of share the same opinion however it’s different when it happens to you and every old person joke you ever made makes you feel really really bad about yourself.
she’s had a long good life though it is still fucking sad and hard.
right now i am thinking that no one cares about me because they aren’t commenting every two minutes cos that’s how often i check my comments.
we rented a history of violence last nite. we were gonna go to the theatre but seeing as i am annoyed by everyone for like, existing, we rented instead and it is a good movie. i think william hurt’s character should have been more prominent, he reminded me of gary oldman in the professional. the ending was kind of gay. i liked the hate-sex between aragorn and his wife. the little girl daughter sucked, i don’t know if i would have been able to act alongside her and pretend to like her i would whisper in her hear that i thought she was a big phony with bad hair.
later this week i have a neurologist appointment with the same guy who had that freudian slip saying that i had a nice body when he meant to say that i had a nice bottle (of ice tea). i bet the tingles and numbness i experience is from drinking and zoloft and sitting for hours on end in front of my laptop and not moving.
i am awake right now because of the cat and cos my dehydration woke me up. sometimes i log onto msn early and people are like WOW RAYMI YOU ARE AWAKE I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T WAKE UP UNTIL 3 IN THE AFTERNOON YOU FUCKING LOSER WELL BECAUSE YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT WITH NO JOB!
and then i hate them for the rest of the day.
