i spilled beer a lot this weekend. got lost four times on the way to the skate park. lost monies at casino niagara. that wasn’t key. systems tonite.

that’s key.

yo the viking had to run out of his house naked because his psycho ex c-diddy chased his ass around with a knife and he got it all on film. that is so indie film/springeresque. wicked. now she’s in a fancy mental house. something about the water on the west coast – seems to make the bitches go maaad. i knew it all along.

walked around today on this beautiful good friday with my black friend in the whitest town in the world and he ate ice cream but i thought black people ate mud. right? then we skateboarded/fagboarded with jonathan. now some shit kids are playing street hockey in front of my house and two of them went onto my driveway. i’ll throw rocks at them. i will. then we went to the park and i saw this woman with one of those baby carrier slings ’round the front and her friggin’ dog was in it. what what? and i went down this big crazy hill sitting on my longboard. so cool. today was a cool day for me. bawston rob is wicked. lex was voted off. wah wah.

my face looks fat

me and bunny talked

i cant wait to start bikeriding. fagfagfag. pee wee herman streamered bicycle with bell here i come.

there is a chicken bone lying beside me on the table.

and a cigarette burning in the tray on the left.

hi kurt

me mum jamie talking

i fuckin love smoking. im listening to viva forever like the hurtbag that i am. theres a pile of green and a fake lv cigarette /liter case beside me. i am too fat to change the song. tyranny was sippose to come over yesterday but he was being too not cool for me so i said piss off sucka. no, not really. gsusking is trying to figure out his camerafonething. saw dawn of the dead yesterday fucin one anxiety attack after another during that film. holy.

Happy birthday Raymi/Lauren..

Have a great year.

I used to write to you. I used to like to write to interesting people on the

internet to thank them for sharing… but I don’t so much anymore since I became

a VERY interesting person and went nuts and let my phone run out and quit all my

jobs (and called that guy a liar and said he was cheating me, even though he

wasn’t) and stopped paying rent and didn’t leave my house hardly for a year. My

landlord finally broke in cuz he thought I was dead and then came back with a

guy from the city to take me to the loony-bin but somehow I talked them out of

it- “but I have a CAT!”, ”

“What about my cat!”

So then I had to make all kinds of promises to all kinds of people and I have to

walk around to a lot of places and wait in lots of lines with other crazy

people. I had to change from my drugs to their drugs, but I still think like a

drug addict and sometimes snort my klonopin. I’m tired all the time and make

tiny paintings and I have a phone again. Yay.

Anyway, I’m sure you’ll have a better year than that.

So will i.

Thanks for doing your blog.

J.R