the kids in the park today seem to be on ritalin, v. quiet.
anyway i would like to take a moment to s-talk the new superman movie. it appears in the previews that they are copying the original movie exactly as in totally fake slow-mo flying and floating up into the air type shit. GAY AND BORING NO THANKS.
fil i will NOT be seeing this movie with you in the theatres unless i am on mushrooms, ecstasy, acid, ketamine, or absinthe. that is all.
i just wanted you to know that the cd drive on my laptop keeps opening and i am going to kill someone that is all woah i like this font.
ONE YEAR AGO TODAY
i have an ear-picking fetish and i’ve been at it for a year now i think. my left ear scabs up and gets flaky dry and i pick at it until it is sore and fil waits until my face is awash in euphoria and i am totally in the pleasure-zone of ear-picking and he slaps my hand away or hits my elbow so my finger jams painfully way up into my ear and then he says i will get cancer if i don’t stop picking my ear because whatever it is i am picking at never gets a chance to heal and i am like sure it does, it heals when i am asleep and then i wake up and pick at it some more.
sorry, i don’t have anything else to write about.
i am so ghetto today cos i’m smoking butts from the ashtray and i made these sticky noodles and ruined them because i doused them with liquid hickory smoke for flavor.
iamthebest.com
there’s still comments from the first time i posted this too
i have the worst fucking cramps i am going to strangle the universe and cid barfed all over my tiger rug and i walked through it.
i also can’t stop crapping.
i also have to go get sir barfsalot some catfood and fil thinks i am going to go to the pet store to get it i am going to go to the variety store cos it is closer.
OK, first things fucking first…
I’m fucking 36, and I am retired. I used to be a lawyer in Wisconsin. I retired and moved to Montana.
All I do now is snowboard, party, hike, play music and have fun…
Sounds like a pretty good life, no?
It is.
And I started blogging about it, justto tell the world how fucking much I rock.
But I come here, and I realize… wait a minute, dude…
Rocking has a new dimension.
And it is Raymi.
This shit cracks me up each and every day.
I check it twice a day, and it always delivers.
(Go ahead and put that on your movie ad… “The dude says I check it twice a day, and it always delivers.”)
Nevertheless, kudos and godspeed, young lady.
Lovin it.
Joe | Homepage | 06.15.06 – 10:09 pm | #
i have seven popsicle paintings and i know that this is how i am going to break out onto the art scene just fully explode despite the art scene being pretty close to over i figure that’s how you do it like buying a pair of doc martens from wal-mart when your grade seven teacher is even wearing them.
anyway there will alyways be art and parties for art but the time where you could blow your nose into a toilet paper tube and staple it to a hat and sell it for 350 and have a million hipsters drinking pabst is OOOOOver.
except for me and my popsicles, of course.
i bought some canvas yesterday well canvases canvasi? some plural words are just gay. anyway i almost had an emergency ass explosion in the art store but i didn’t then i bought some oil paint by accident and i am going to return it later. i am still painting popsicles. my life is the best. if you can’t tell i am very close to menstruating.
