hoodia plus sour milk (maybe sour) plus espresso plus week before menstruation equals LOOK OUT – it’s like drinking playa del carmen tap water w/o drinking playa del carmen tap water. tonite is sharpie’s birthday party me and fil are going to one of my favorite stores to get her something and then i will most likely buy myself a lot of things too. last nite i invented a new snack/meal – calabrese slices with goat cheese spread on, some basil and a piece of tomato all rolled up. v. nice. we watched down in the valley and edward norton does his typical cuckoo split-personality shit, i highly recommend, some parts are uncomfortable and the genius that is fil chose the one dvd with scratches all over it. he has decided he is never having kids after watching this, or, a slut daughter.
being a cat lover i have come to the conclusion that they are rude fucking assholes, tho i love ‘em still. the cat spends all day following you around and demanding to sit on your lap your chest your face for you to feed it and then let it sit on you some more and this carries on throughout the day and then finally it’s time for bed and the cat decides your hand is not clean enough to rest his fucking head on so he spends ten minutes licking it. how fucking rude. fuck you cat, YOU’RE the dirty one. MY EYES ARE FUCKING BLOODSHOT BECAUSE OF YOU AND I HAVE YOUR HAIR ALL OVER MY CLOTHES YOU SELFISH TIT!
anyway. yesterday was a stressful day for me, having nothing to do with the comments thing, this blog isn’t the centre of my universe you know. ok yes it is. i totally blew it at band practise, every song was just terrible. though we normally practise on tuesdays so maybe that had something to do with it, and my dad was using a new whateverthefuck FX pedal and randy had a new bass drum. my mind kept wandering. cool story.
the worst part is when people start thinking they have some sort of ownership of your blog just because they have been reading for a while.
“i liked it when you used to…..”
yeah well fuck off — i don’t anymore.
anyway. good for you with the book. that’s an accomplishment.
last week fil and i were friendly-like disagreeing which of course turned into something more once we got immature about it, i don’t recall what started the whole thing but i remember that fil was on his way to the bathroom and i was sitting at my laptop and i said
IT WAS A MISTAKE
and fil said
YOU ARE A MISTAKE
and i countered with um no, actually, YOU fil, are THE MISTAKE, you were the firstborn. i am second born, you are more of a mistake than i am and then he disagreed with me without actually offering up any explanation and shut the bathroom door, pretty much how every argument is settled in these parts, he ignores me and then i LOSE MY FUCKING MIND.
so friends, who is more right? cos obvs. you can never know for sure though i think the first one is always the oops baby and the second one is like oh ok whatever might as well give this mistake a friend, right?
sometimes i feel bad when people google search raymi cos they want to learn about the real raymi which is the festival of the sun but then they get slammed with a million things about me instead or they image search and are like who the fuck is this retard? i guess though i DO in actuality bring recognition and awareness about Inti Raymi, whether that’s a good or a bad thing, i dunno LIKE YAY A DRUNKEN MORON BY FLUKE NAMED HERSELF AFTER THE SECOND LARGEST FESTIVAL IN SOUTH AMERICA!
