this is me and jonafran. he’s been my boy since jr. kindergarden but there was awhile when we wasn’t talking. it was nothing personal at all. we just got busy and shit. i kicked him in the shins one time when we were dancing during playtime, smooshed his cheeks so all the water in his mouth spat onto the floor right in front of our teacher and all this other stupid crazy crap. my dad backed into his car a month ago and scraped his bumper all along the side of jon’s car. fuck. we saw the whole thing, well, jon did, i was looking through my dad’s desk drawers at the time. jon’s like um your dad just hit me i’m like are u mad? no, i just wanna smoke a joint. fine. he is the funniest guy ever and he draws amazingly and he tried to teach me how to do skateboard shiznat but in the end i just rode my longboard down this shit-eating hill on my arse.
i feel like i am going manic again, but not really really. i’m a bit strung out from weed withdrawals. i feel pretty healthy today tho, which is good. i’m trying to eat less carbs and less in general. i’m pissed at kristi kuz she’s totally avoiding me. she has all my shit. biznotch. important leaf game tonite. i’m at sarah’s right now. holla.
im an asshole and what i wrote about my ex bf’s was very mean and not everything applies to all of them and i am sorry. my horse ain’t that high brotha’
so i took down that post after thinking about it all day drinking half a bottle of benylin and some martinis and telling the story about how i crapped my bathingsuit when i was eleven.
sorry i didn’t get the newsletter about short flippy skirts, fuck-me pumps, tiffany necklaces and purses so expensive you want to purposely lose them because they stress you out so much. and i don’t know where you go to find sunshine in the middle of winter, an island down the street? and i’m sorry i call you a bitch to your face or a hussy but really i mean it in a nice way. i’m ghetto, ok? i have no tact and i am use to hanging around guys who talk shit and stuff and i’m socially inept. can you please just stop saying whutup if you are a skinny white girl? thanks.
i’m fantasizing about walking down the street wearing flip flops and holding a 6pack in each hand. i really am. i hope i don’t alcohol myself to death now. my mum bought me a betty boop shirt as a congratulations please don’t smoke pot ever again bribe/present. ok. so i’m going to drink a lot of coffee and have more cigretz. and maybe i’ll only smoke when i watch survivor. we’ll see.
man i wasn’t getting layed for awhile there and i totally let the muff grow. everytime i’d look at my vag i’d get sad and feel sorry for it and when i mastabated i’d be like le sigh. the swat team pulled up to the party house last nite and now i’m blacklisted. they had machine guns. wish i got a picture. it was bound to happen eventually. after today i am not going to smoke pot for awhile. tyranny finally has a blog. once i clean it up a little i’ll link to it. he’s a really good writer. so encourage him.
