ok i am just going to fill my blog up with garbage for the next little while i have been feeling pretty garbage about it lately, my hits go down in the summer a bit and it makes me doubt my amazing prose.
here we go hang on to your magic carpets
so yesterday WAS sober nite a scary shadow of bitchy overcomes us when we know it is sober nite and we take turns rippin’ on each other and then getting defensive, it’s funny in the vein that it is predictible.
the issue of last nite’s restaurant vs. grocery shopping vs. takeout vs. fil’s macaroni was pretty awesome in it’s magnitude of i don’t know, shit.
i was so incredibly deranged from stavation that i decided to get a slize of pizza at pizza pizza and fil was going to have the other half of the slice, fine, then we would grocery shop/rent movie then go home and eat more of our purchases, watch hell’s kitchen, rented movie, bedtime.
so i am waiting in front of the pizzas for the little lady to finish ignoring us so i can tell her what kind of pie i want, we wait 2 minutes while she passes the time putting together one of those salads but she KNOWS we are there waiting she is totally being passive-aggressive and fil knows i am about to flip my lid i ask him to say something and a stampede of people come in behind us, we are still being ignored so then she saunters over finally and i point to the exact slice i want, not any slice, THE slice, and she grabs any old one she wants while looking at fil and waiting for him to point to a pizza and he just kinda does nothing and she asks him again with her face and i bark NO NOT THAT ONE THAT ONE cos she is still fussing with the wrong slice, totally ignored my request, totally ignoring me, totally MAKING ME LOSE MY FUCKING MIND on top of making us wait for two minutes for nothing.
i bet the majority of break-ins, school-shootings, and stabbings, are carried out by hungry people.
i am too angry now to write about anything else way to go me for blogging this. tonite we are getting blitzed and eating fajitas so there will be no arguments.
we watched deliver us from evil in bed last nite, fil crashed halfway, i made it through the whole thing, i think the theme for rented-movies this month is DEPRESSING DISGUST holy shit.
it’s about this one priest/pastor who molested, sexually abused, raped hundreds of children, adults too, and everyone knew about all of it, even the higher-ups in rome, and they just kept sending him around to different parishes anyway and right now he is roaming free in ireland.
churches are basically corporations and play the lie, deceit, and deny game.
you remember that big priest molestation epidemic a couple years ago, everyone is like WHY are so many priests kid-diddlers? well, this therapist lady broke it down, basically, they see children as their sexual peers cos they go into the church about 14, 15, 16 years old, right when their sexual-awakening begins yeah? makes sense.
i have no evidence to prove it but a couple of the priests at the catholic church i went to in gradeschool seemed a bit suspect, generally they all do actually, one left and a new one came, then that one left and another guy shows up.
we rented it cos someone at the movie store taped a disclaimer to the dvd case saying DON’T rent it for a first date big mistake, which of course made me want to see it even more.
i have not eaten all day long last i ate was yesterday afternoon i have pictured eating a million things the last three hours, it is sober nite i guess fil is going to have kd and i wanted to go eat at a restaurant he said no i said fine i will go alone if i have to then i imagined a thousand visions of me sitting alone on a patio starving out of my mind and feeling awkward and people are talking to me. cid barfed on the floor twice, hairballs, i left them there for fil to clean up.
i don’t want to go to a movie cos then fil marches us there and i have to eat a sandwich while walking and the entire world pisses me off then i am sitting in a movie theatre totally flustered and i put my face in a bag of popcorn and if someone laughes a little too loudly i will think all these insane things to write about them in my blog tomorrow.
i’m writing something for vice but today i was just too depressed to do anything and something else came up, i have a good deal of it finished the tone is “too serious” so i am psyching myself the fuck out about it, it’s a guide you know their a-z guides, if i get too over-worked about it i’ll take out the a-z part and just i dunno organize it differently. i will finish it in the morning.
oh fil is home i will let you know what he thinks about cid’s barf party on the floor. oh he doesn’t care.
we watched sicko on friday, it’s online yeah you probably already knew that, anyway, fucking d/l it i had no idea you yanks had such a shitty healthcare deal. fil and i want to move to france now. it’s insane to think that a nation that considers itself to be the greatest in the world can totally turn its back on their people’s healthcare needs, disgusting, totally fucking disgusting. i need to watch it again. the socialism propaganda scare-tactics blew my mind completely.
anywaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
my nose is so red and burned it feels like i got punched and i am starving and the organic obnoxious bananas i bought friday aren’t ripe yet STILL i am going to drown myself in the bath.
if you are bored out of your fucking mind go look at my flickr page there are photos from this weekend up i am too overwhelmed to html them all over here right now when people say html don’t you feel like punching them?
ps my nose is psychadelic fluorescent red i need a nose mask.
I can’t stand it anymore! I have to send you this pict of my b/f when we were in Chicago two Springs ago. I think fil and he could totally be bros, which makes me like your total BFF right now right? Way cool! Just kidding, yeesh.
He’s making that dorky expression because I was goading him for the photo. Normally, he won’t let me take photos of him at all and if he does, he screens them because he’s a freak. His shirt says, “Idaho? No – U-da-ho!” with an outline of Idaho. Yeah, right: like I’m da ho.
Mind you – we’re no spring chicken anymore. He’s 32 and I’m 37 – but don’t worry, I think we both still qualify as hotties. Alas, someone asked me today if I had gotten highlights – I said, “No, it’s fuckin grey hair you twat!”
So, if we ever make it to Toronto, which we have been planning for about two years now, you could tell us where to go so we wouldn’t be like complete dumb-asses fucking up what could be a rockin good time up in there.
He needs to get his passport though and I am tired of reminding him – that’s why we’ve not gone yet. Btw, he will KILL me if he knows I sent it to you, fyi. Pls be kind.
we went away finally i was going to lose my fucking mind if we didn’t my nose is extremely red i can’t tell if it makes it look bigger or smaller alright tv time i have some funny stories to share but i am too exhausted/drunk/hung to figure out a good way to condense them wait i’ll try and i will caps lock for added effect.
WE WERE TRASHED FUNNY TRASHED AND HIDING IN THE WOODS SPYING ON THE PARTY WE JUST LEFT THAT WAS WINDING DOWN WAITING FOR THE OLD FOLKS TO GO TO SLEEP SO THESE COUGARS COULD SNEAK AWAY WITH US TO THE SCARY HOUSE WE WERE STANDING STILL IN THE DARK AND THEN GAVE UP AND I USED MIKE AS A GUIDE TO LEAD ME TO THE HARBOUR AND HE WALKED THROUGH EVERY SINGLE FUCKING BRANCH LEAF EVERYTHING SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE THEN WE LAID DOWN IN THE DIRT FOR AWHILE SO TARLEY COULD GO DO SOME SPYING AND WHEN WE LEFT THE HARBOR TODAY TO GO BACK TO THE MAINLAND ALL OF MIKE’S BOTTLES FROM WHERE WE WERE LYING DOWN WERE STILL THERE.
forget me nachos, eat them and you totally forgot you did unless you have a picture to look at the following morning.
hell’s!
that was longer, i cut it yesterday to be more whimsical. i bought it originally to wear on my birthday but it was too cold and i was going to wear tights too and i didn’t feel like having a pear-shaped disgusting look all night long. i have that in black too i might cut it, we’ll see, you kinda have to pose like mariah carey if you wear it a la buff and when i say mariah carey i mean big ugly tits and stripper shoes.
don’t know the story behind this party, no one really cared, just you know, a fire guys, whatayagoinado?
fil does a me.
what did i order?
aimoo! she whisper talks i never noticed that before. aimoo said in school in alliston kids said she was brown and ate weird food. don’t you just love white trash?
fil had two burgers yesterday must be nice.
i can’t bring myself to eat the tentacles, battered i can, grilled, ungh i can’t believe i am even looking at these now sorry seafood lovers you are fucking weird.
