i spoke to ward on the fone last nite for the first time in a long time. he told me about how he was mackin’ some married woman for a week and i said uh weren’t you afraid her husband would find out and murder you and her? and he said no, he’s nerdy looking. i said ward, YOU are nerdy looking. and he said NO I HAVE EARRINGS NOW.
BWAHAHAHAHHA.
sigh.
come to think of it the only reason my brother made the nintendo club was because he wanted my two dollars. i emailed my dad about the club and he said it was cute and i asked if he was sad that he has two retarded children. he hasn’t responded yet.
i just went and got supreme clientele (ghostface killah) and it is so far my greatest accomplishment this month, possibly in all of 2006. i use to have a burnt copy of it who knows which fucking scavenger-friend took it. i just imagined myself sending a few people some songs off it from itunes and immediately felt extremely greedy and selfish, strange, like i want to keep it all to myself and i don’t want anyone else to hear it, not even fil. sorry. go get your own copy. you will not regret it.
ghostface is the only good thing that came out of wu-tang. oh and maybe some bees.
“in my opinion those who do not like you fall into two categories, stupid, and envious.” – the libertine.
fil was telling me about the club he started when he was seven that was dedicated to saving animals and stuff. he said it cost 50 cents to join and he typed up a bunch of rules for the club. the 50 cents was for administrative costs. haha.
it made me think of the nintendo club my brother and i started once. it cost two dollars to join cos i had two dollars at the time. we invited everyone in our complex. we made elaborate folders and drew pictures of our friends for our file records. my brother was the president and i had a low-ranking position that i don’t remember. no one in the complex was made aware of this club. it disbanded within an hour. i don’t think i even got my two dollars back. that club sucked.
my tits feel big today and kind of saggy and old. i am not saying that to be erotic. erotica is the gayest thing ever. his hands skillfully mastered their domain, my body, a playground of mystery, curves…hills… SHUT UP YOU SCRAGGILY-HAIRED HIPPIE YOU ARE GROSSING ME OUT!
words you are not allowed to say:
menses
lover
spooge
squishy
don’t you dare ask me why, i will BAN you from my comments.
anyway back to my tits. what the fuck? my friend melody told me they might grow some more, she said hers did when she turned 27. how funny would that be if like next week i had double d’s? gross.
has anyone guessed the theme of my blog this week yet?
