sorry leaving my purse on the plastic patio chair and fin had to carry it around.
sorry wet vagina.
and fuck man when i was on lithium at those drug and alcohol meetings every week that suuucked. i was the not talker. period. and they brainwashed us clockwork orange styles with shit about ether in alcoholic beverages which basically can kill you and put you in a coma and all the junky shaky hands with coffees are going ahhhhh! i hate writing in those sheets like dude i am a fucknut and i never see anyone or talk to anyone so i am not getting druuugs or booze mmkay? leave me alone.
so they wouldnt let me in this intensive 3 week program on account of me not talking, im fucking serious so i pretended to be all hurt on the fone to the woman but my mum was super pissed off but i kept seeing my psychiatrist every three weeks sitting there saying nothing period and apologizing and tearing up and going um ah sorry there no i have not read any books and no i dont excercise and he asked me what things i enjoyed and made me happy and my only answers were smoking and price is right and sometimes survivor.
serious.
but then all of a sudden i got interesting again and i had things to say.
allfuckingright we’re taking slides and selling them amazing amazing oh the lense cap was on. itll be the new thing, selling your photo slides. sick. this camera is really cool. it’s a nikon f60 slr. hot. i am so fucking gay today i look like i am wearing leiderhosen. ow i banged my knee just now. tho i am wearing irish tube knee socks i scratched my knee.
Today’s blogpost is sponsored by Raymi smoking in bed
Fuck! Linda Blair in Excorcist II is hot shmot. damn. She can projectile vomit on me anytime.
kristin of magicpony is going to light a fire under parkdalemiddleton’s ass to rent somewhere extravagant for a raymi ballroom gown molestor party with dance contests and karaoke and violence.
Yow!
Yesterday it was a scurry thunder lightning storm a lot.
i had wild dreams but i forgot them all.
I cleaned up this mess of a sittingroom.
I hope I get hair conditioner today because yesterday my hair turned to hay and i had to wear it in a ponytail braid because I am polish.
i need more tampons already. i am a bleeding machine. i run up the stairs like a monkey or a fucking killing machine my arms and hands like karate chops back and forth and then i am out of breath when i am leaning over in my closet searching for a gramma sweater, panting and puffing thinking i am a crazy person.
sitting around giving off static.
“Do you have mental problems?”
“A few.”
thats what the police ossifer asked blond girl in the skeezy hotel room in prostitute town when she was shivering in bed. xavon was with her outside in the cold in her leopard print bikini and pimp jacket and he was trying to sell her and she was dancing to her own internal rhythym and the cops came. it was 6 in the morning and they hadn’t slept yet. and then she go go danced on the television.
i wasn’t interesting enough to hang out with them that evening.
Do this enjoy this mail it to secret address i post in a couple days this is your mission should you choose to accept it i will mail you something back. also send five dollars with return postage. or just send more money.
fuck you nevermind make your own damn wordsearches.
