now i am reading catcher in the rye. i read it before when i was in grade seven, not for school, but for nerd pleasure. i’m amazed at how much i don’t remember and how this book changes the way i think about people, judgingly. no wonder nerds think they’re “above it”, “above you” – their only friends are fictitious pretentious assholes.
i ripped part of the nail out of my thumb last nite and it bled all over the place and it fucking hurts to type i’m gonna go get an iced coffee with fil so sean can work cos apparently i am “talking too much” bye.
ungh i fully have to crap right now. i am using fil’s puter cos mine still has aids we think. sorry for my absense yesterday afternoon SUCKED i was too depressed to leave the condo.
ok i deuced and i think i lost 3.5 lbs or i no longer have intestines.
fil has this game on his treo called drug wars and i like it because i get to peddle invisible speed and pcp and cocaine and buy bigger trenchcoats so i can fit more drugs on my person and i play it when no one is paying me attention at the bar and then i scream across twenty people FIL I FOUND SOME ACID ON A DEAD GUY IN CENTRAL PARK, SAFE!
i thought up a new name for my fucking book last nite at the pedestrian show but alack i drank it away then we went to this yuppie scum king street place that use to be called the loft but now is called menelux for some retarded reason and sean‘s scotch was 27.50, that’s how zactly stupid this place is. they were playing baraka at least. anyway i am pretty much best friends with pedestrian by now what with my amazing social skills and all and joel said he would quit the band if we didn’t go to their show today at….
edgefest.
he also plays guitar in our lady peace he’s like i dunno the extra guitar guy? um, i have never been to edgefest but at least i’m getting in free and get to not be with the hippies in the fields.
i think i’m drunk still and my throat is fucked i smoked weed last nite at the yuppie place at our table right after i rolled it and that’s when i got really funny.
Dear Raymi, god new zealand is boring. It’s full of vast throngs of people who are essentially inoffensive, and basically mean well, getting picked off one by one by psychotic meth-addict samurai sword weilding inbreeds.
I guess it’s cos coke is prohibitively expensive here. (Like us$350 a gram). I think if we got a big shipment of the shit people would start having a more inflated self-opinion and shit would be funnier. Or not.
I think I want to go to cuba. at least there you can smoke in bars.
It’s sunny today, though which is good, cos it’s been hosin down w/ icy needles of rain fer about a million days. My workmate looked over my shoulder when I was readin yer blog and said “who’s that? I want to be her.” which I thought I should tell you.
I’m gonna go take my books back to the library now.
i thought of a book title, no thanks to any of you.
THE BIGGEST THING THAT NEVER HAPPENED.
in case you can’t bang two rocks together, it’s in reference to me.
sober life is boring/fun with less crying. we rented mrs. henderson presents last nite and thoroughly enjoyed it.
the power was off for several hours in our building today cos of A/C maintenance and me and cid felt like pioneers, he braided a mat while i churned butter.
i have ten million photos and videos to get on here but no internet bla bla wah wah cry explosion.
