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i really like to read my blog a lot because it is funny and it looks really good and i have really good opinions and i am attractive to look at and i am queen of the underground and i rebel against conformity man like diggit cos my template is so totally grassroots oldschool i am like a cassette tape blowing down the street and you walk over to it and see that it is an ac/dc cassette and you are like “wicked” inside of your head and immediately think of lightning bolts and tattoos well yeah that’s me not you so fuck off.

this rules.

i just got off the phone with sarah and sighed dramatically then exclaimed “i am SO popular.” we are going to hang out later.

this is gremlin st. patrick. he is for sale. make an offer. i made something else too but already drunk gave it away to steve last nite. i even called myself on that to fil saying i should hide my things cos the evil booze monster makes me give them all away. maybe i will tie some ribbon to this guy and wear him for a necklace cos he is green. noel are we hanging out later too at some point tonite?

it’s funny when people say YEAH I AM OK WITH ABORTIONS BUT NOT LIKE WHEN GIRLS USE THEM AS A FORM OF BIRTH CONTROL.

fucking morons. getting an abortion is hard, it’s not something you wake up and just do, there’s a process involved and all this shit you have to do you can’t like get one every other week.

i want to throw rocks at people today.

steve is over, he’s hiding out to surprise his dad for his 59th bday party on sunday. we’re gonna go shopping, well he is and i am going to help. we need to find green shirts for tonight. well i have mine already, i need some green flair.

they’re gonna sign papers to begin the process of letting my grandma slip away. she can’t swallow and the pneumonia fucked her up some. making stupid cock jokes now seems like, meh.

you are allowed to give me a card with a lot of money inside of it for my birthday i decided. money will make me feel a lot better.

Raymi,

Marith

i’m at elizabeth‘s and we are having a sewing bee, i already made two things. there are potheads here too. i am drinking gin and tonics becaue i am eccentric and better than everyone and this guy was here who had really long dreadlocks and he’s white and i was nice and didn’t say anything when everyone began discussing his hair. he’s a student and so is elizabeth’s friend and they were getting angry cos they didn’t understand why talking about education isn’t interesting they were all ARE YOU SERIOUS and in my head i was like I COULDN’T BE ANYMORE SERIOUS but i played it down some but then this girl says I HATE HOW YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO BE INTELLECTUAL THESE DAYS and inside my brain exploded and i said calmly but firmly that you are perfectly allowed to be intellectual, yer just not allowed to be pretentious about it and it was pretty obvious neither could distinguish the difference between pretentious nerd and intellect so i asked SO WHAT’S YOUR VIEWS ON ABORTION.

i learned today that i don’t like talking to students.

i said i prefer REAL LIFE experiences and they went on some tangents and i purposely spaced out and thought about how amazing i am.

i’m just gonna drink as much gin as i can get away with without them noticing and then leave.

hi liz don’t let your friends read my blog ok bye!!!!!!!!!!

we saw capote last nite. i very much enjoyed it and found myself engrossed right off the bat. i was worried i would have to tell everyone to shut up but some old crotchety guy saved me from that when he went shhhhhhhhh, that was funny. the hanging part is disturbing. capote’s heart gave out when he was 84 due to complications caused by alcoholism. something to look forward to. he always had a gin and tonic in his hand. i counted like 200. after the movie is over you will be very depressed in a good melancholy way like siiiiiiigh i am so sad right now i am walking in a dark cloud of sadness no one understands how i am feeeeeeeeeeling.

i forgot to say we saw failure to launch a few days ago. i give it 9/10 stars, it is actually pretty hilarious and the crazy girl roommate will remind you of me.

on our way home i said to fil hey lets go down this alley that smells like someone is smoking PCP in as a shortcut and turned out the smell got stronger and fil thought 1. i must smoke pcp cos i know what it smells like 2. i must have smoked it in this alley before cos we walked right into this stench.

no i have not smoked pcp. it smells like nail polish apparently, my roommate walked in once when i was doing my nails and exclaimed WHO IS SMOKING PCP!? and i said what? then he described the similar smell.

fil asked me how i knew that alley was going to smell like pcp and i said i dunno educated guess cos i could smell whatever it was before we went down the alley and just surmised that the alley would probably smell like it too having no idea that it would be the source of the smell but this explanation wasn’t good enough for fil, we argued about it all the way home. he asked me how many times i had been in that alley and i said once before during the film festival a few years ago.

me: I WAS MAKING A FUCKING JOKE LIKE HA HA LETS GO DOWN THIS DARK ALLEY AND GET MUGGED AND SAY WE DID GET MUGGED AND YOU SAID HOW DID I KNOW THAT WOULD HAPPEN?! I DON’T KNOW! IT WAS A COINCIDENCE. FINE FROM NOW ON I WILL NEVER MAKE JOKES EVER AGAIN COS THEN IF IT HAPPENS YOU WILL THINK I SECRETLY CALLED SOMEONE AND TOLD THEM TO SMOKE PCP/ROB US…ETC.

i thought i was the paranoid one, jeez.