so it’s another kegger tonite. im wearing slut boots and fishnets, hizzah! it’s down the street so i can just saunter over which is good kuz i was gettin’ tired of hitchin’ all the time. i’m pretty hung feeling still so if i tie one on i’ll end up punching a window.
we ate like mental and now i have garlic farts to the extreme. i’m wearing a turtleneck and i am sweating bananas. i’m probably going to put that fake tanner shit all over ma-self tomorrow, im turning white again. my pussy is leaking semen and my fishnets are under my underpants, superman style. i’m a fucking loser.
my dad is ripping me about my boots right now. he says ms. cher boots could those things be pointy enough. yesterday i said he had many points about a lot of things but mainly at the top of his head. and then he went back to mowing the lawn. that’s how our family talks/arguments are, heavy ones i mean, you say a bunch of crap to each other and then someone says something light and dumb, suppose to be funny, and then the discussion is closed.
he won’t let me mow the lawn because i will probably run over the cord or stick my fingers in there when it is on. he has to do it a specific way, straight fucking lines back and forth. boring. if i did the lawn it would be WICKED! i’d be all going in circles like a spiral until i go round and round to the middle where i am stuck and then i have to stay there ’til everything grows back or glinda shows up and is like just go backwards on the green grass clipping road, you stupid girl. you had the power within you all along. and i’m all you are ugly.
and like i use to cut the grass all the fucking time when i worked at the hardware store and that grass was slanted on a hill like major slope going on there. at least i got to use a gas mower. i’d run over pieces of metal and big rocks and all kinds of junk it was so fun. i wore my smock and people would honk at me a lot. i felt like such a nerd. i am such a nerd.
everyone was on e at the second no third party yesterday. kelly wanted me to do one. fuck i would have but i’m really not a fan of my shoulders clenching up so tight they touch my ears and my spine gets all pointy curved. i’m like that all the time without designer pills. well wait what? nevermind. i was fucking brutal with my dad too talking to him like all condescending and facetious only shawn noticed though. hey man all ya need to reach is one person, you know? so i called natalie by the wrong name and she was pretty insulted, sorry nat. i slapped jamie-jonathan-taylor-thomas pretty fucking hard and he liked it but everytime after that connecting properly wasn’t happening. i was like ill slap you really hard i know exactly where to hit you and you will feel good and hes bring it on and then i fucking hit him, hard. i got pictures of his dogs doing eachother and they’re both boy dogs. gay dogs are the best.
katie drove around, high-heeled in the hummer.
my head is curling over into my laptop.
it was that ashley girl what looks like a barbie’s birthday.
drinking vodka sloop with this berry sprite.
sorry wally suede jacket.
kelly’s pants were awesome. whut up.
i ate all their purple onions and feta.
i walked diagonally and fell into people. that keeps happening. one of these day’s someone is going to just shove me down the stairs or out the glass window where you smoke in a mosh pit at the bar schrader is banned from.
hmm lets see how many people are banned like all over town.
i strictly hang out with girls who look like uma thurman now.
or girls with dark hair. whichever. or any girl who will talk to me without dirty looks on their face at the same time.
folding hot laundry KICKS!
shawn and neice are coming over. neice KICKS! shawn KICKS!
angelo tole me that i actually killed the bird. it fell but it was still alive. good thing i wasn’t looking at it or nothing what am i saying there is no good thing about that.
i cleaned house like a maniac. i have laundry fluffing around in circles in the dryer and soppy clothes waiting in the washer. i did all the dishes and i windexed everything and sprayed air neutralizer that smells like pot pourri (sorry weird word that is pronounced nothing like it is spelled except for the puh part.) i see pot as in pawt poh-ree not po poree popo reeeeeeeeeeee.
when i wash dishes my face gets all crazy dry and my make-up goes weird like a corpse’s would after a bit. heh. me.
here is the bird i stepped on the day before chemo’s birthday outside the cig shoppe. i think it was dead already. i hope it was but didn’t i make it look better just a bit? i did it with my mum’s pink what looks like chinese slippers that make my feet sweat but not smell bad. big mouth took that picture. we’re all insane over pictures now. INSANE!
like the words are there and i know what you are saying but dude, it’s all in the delivery which by the way, yours, it’s pretty shitty. this comes from the heart and you’re reading off cue cards. i know you’re a hurtbag and maybe not very smart and a total cowboy so i guess it’s alright if you look down a lot and stutter, clear your throat because you have no idea what to say next.
i don’t really pay attention to politics however if someone were to write about all the stuff i should know about and omitting the propagandi parts and any conspiracy theories and lies, false promises, bullshit dialogue and power to the people hoopla and had like fireworks and someone i would actually care to look at and could relate to dur dur druruururrr i think i’d pay attention and perhaps vote.
in respects to the usa though i obviously cannot vote for i am canadian.
but what happens there affects what happens here so go easy.
and well, we burned down the white house twice. wasn’t it the green house before and you had to paint it white because of the scorch marks? neahht.
GO LEAFS!
i’m totally sorry you’re dead and i extend my sympathies to your family and the nation but isn’t it totally amazing how patrick swayze (awesome fuckin last name btw. from now on i am swayze the minx) has a mask of you in point break? i think it is. keanu is pretty cool too. too bad his band sucks.
when i was 4 i think, me and shawn were at the park and all these punks were there and one dude had his head up his girl’s shirt and saw me staring and frozen in shockedness and he said hey kid come here and my brother had already took off on me and left me and other dudes were circling me in the sand and i was too scared to go down the slide kuz it was burning hot metal and i was wearing shorts and the girl was laughing and laughing at me and so i fuckin’ finally beat it the hell out of there. thanks shawn for protecting me.
and this other time lisa and i ran away from this dude in a pick-up truck by the park behind her school behind her house and he said hey girls where are ya going off to is it time for dinner? and my flip flop came off when i was running and lisa was like just leave it come on and we went and told our brothers. she said that dude always hangs out by that park.
lisa’s brother brett was walking down the street a few years later and a van came cruising by and the side mirror boffed his head and now he is mentally retarded for real.
