so i’m still farting along on my book and still have yet to think up a title. i wonder if i should make a move to get a real publisher this time, got any leads? feh. even book title suggestions are welcome however you all failed miserably at offering up article suggestions so no nevermind then.
i watched this global warming piece on newsworld late last nite and now i am afeared. not that i didn’t know about it before but the manner in which it was addressed and how it was blatantly covered up during elections is just incredulous.
not having the internet feels like not existing like everyone’s at a party i wasn’t invited to but i eventually turn up at and you’re all like oh yeah it’s you, hi. sounds gay and nerdy i know but wait until you lose the internet and see how you feel. anyway.
we rented the world’s fastest indian last nite and i really liked it, it’s a very touching story and anthony hopkins is very endearing. i spent 60% of it feeling overwhelmingly stressed out cos he has this weak heart see and you are expecting him to die in every fucking scene and when he doesn’t you are like PHEW and take a mega stress crap.
we didn’t drink last nite, nor will we tonite or tomorrow or the nite after and shockingly i am not experiencing booze guzzling fantasies maybe it’s the Zoloft depletion?
ok maybe i will drink tomorrow i dunno i DO know that i’m over the whole being drunk thing though which is good and even reading junky isn’t affecting my de rigueur gimme a drink right fucking now frame of mind.
hi raymi. i read your blog when i’m bored, sometimes i’m still bored afterwards and sometimes you entertain me. so that’s ok. the problem is that my gf thinks i’m an artist while i’m obviously not and now wants me to do a painting for her. any suggestion?
take care J
get a canvas for like five bucks and paint it a lightish color background wait for it to dry then the next day take a black sharpie and draw an inanimate object like a pen or a shoe and add bug/googly eyes to it then paint it something bright, voila, hipster lame art.
i’m on that 25 peeps site again i must’ve reapplied whilst innebriated cos i do not recall doing it. anyway, help me be more popular than the other fags hags and scraggy losers – click my referral link (picture of me in the tub duh)! thanks! i made a point to come all the way to the library to update my blog for you to cry to so you FUCKING OWE ME!
PS. here are some smoking mittens to shut you up. hopefully.
While you may not think of yourself as the ice queen, admit it, you’re often in a bad mood. And it’s those around you who often bear the brunt of your annoyance, even if they haven’t done anything wrong!
i don’t know where to begin, there’s the hot scrangey voice and her fucked up bird’s nest hair and her hot not hot/hot fucking hot busted face hotness where she isn’t classically beautiful which makes kirsten dunst more like kirsten DUMPst and julia stiles, bleck, boring man-voiced turdhole dweller.
and playing a total fucking slut in that mona lesbo smiles movie like she doesn’t give a care, LOVE IT not to mention secretary when you pee’d down your leg!
her brother is also babesville, duh and not to be an incest advocate or anything but…..
anyway maggie my phone number is 647 29*-**** i got a boner for you and it lasts all week. pizEACE!
