MTV and VH1 are ruining my life. i’m turning into a zombie who doesn’t eat her first meal ’til 6 o’clock and shower til 8pm because she is paralyzed in her chair, watching stupid shows about britney spears and michael jackson. to me mtv is so flashy and new and fancy cause i’ve never sat down and watched it before. everyone else is like, “Shut the fuck up we’ve seen this ten times already.” i get all excited and moronic and literally don’t move even if i have to take a wiz.
i hate saturday afternoon people – they’re fucking everywhere: the supermarket, hardware store, garden centre – why don’t they just stay home and out of my way.
I saw martha Stewart today in the local coffee-hangout spot. she is just as annoying looking in person as she is on her dorky show.
Do you like Martha Stewart?
I don’t think Martha Stewart even likes Martha Stewart.
That’s why I like Martha Stewart.
i hate asking store clerks for help. they get all in-your-face and recommend every fucking thing on the shelf when all i asked for was face lotion. arrrr. anyway, i bought Battleships from wal*mart. i am so excited to play it. scrabble is kinda lame now. scrabble isn’t a game for me – it’s this long anxiety attack after another. i can’t even enjoy it because the only thought going thru my head is, “Must Win Must Win Must Win Must Fuckin Win.” And when i start losing i get all short and snippy, making very rude comments, while fidgeting and complaining about my letters. That and everytime the other person leaves the room i cheat like crazy.
don’t get me started on CandyLand.
i fell up the stairs this morning. well, more like a stumble. but still enough to make an ass of myself.
i think i feel like bowling tonite. bowling and 3 pitchers of bud.
it’s funny walking around this town, everyone stares at me. my hair, my clothes, my stupid hat. we go to the supermarket everyday instead of doing one big groceryShop one day a week. everynite we turn up about 8 o’clock or so and the checkout dorks just gawk. this one kid has a really big head that’s always turning red. he is too shy to look us in the face. the cashier is a fag who hasn’t realised it yet. the most expensive bottle of wine is 8.99. i learned that if i seperate a 6 pack of bud it is more expensive, they charge you individually.
lately i just haven’t been able to sleep at nite. well, moreso, i haven’t been able to fall asleep at regular sleeptime hours like 11 or 12 or 1. i usually go to bed anytime between 3 – 5 in the morning. fuck. i’ve never been able to not sleep before. ever. and i am slowly going out of my mind. maybe i need drugs. do you think i need drugs? yes. i need drugs.
ahhh
settled.
so today is a big day for me. i’ve decided i’m going to hand out a few fake resumes in town and maybe get one of those job-type things just to have something to do. there’s only so much VH1 and fishing shows i can take and beers i can drink before i take action. all i have to do is shower and i’m out on the scene.
