fil made this fantastic jamaican jerk chicken beans and rice dish last nite it was amazing. i walked to the video store and rented two pieces of shit, the fuccons and the fog and while i heard the fuccons would be good the goodness just couldn’t make it past all that annoyingness and the fog was total garbage and every step i took to and from the video store sent a jolt of pain up into my sick brain.
if you haven’t heard of the fuccons it’s this series about white people but made by the japanese and i couldn’t tell if it was meant to be insulting or like a celebration of whiteness cos i could only tolerate 8 minutes which is like two episodes. i rented volume two cos vol.1 is never in. anyway still get it just to see for yourself. the twin british boys will make you want to kill people. i’m going to try watching the rest later to see if it is still 100% irritating.
it’s the type of crap that noel would have playing when i drop by and hit the bong and then spend 60 minutes being completely confused and on edge hi noel!
this is what my cute dress looks like there are more details to it but i didn’t bother adding them like how the bottom half of the dress has pleats and they billow out like a pregnant woman’s tummy i guess so i can make my stomache get huge and totally not give a care.
i am a crazy. i put on my craziest outfit which is my big tent dress and leg warmers and sandals and garbage lady cardigan and red tanktop and went around yorkville with elizabeth who was also dressed crazy and we went to h&m and i bought two dresses
one is so super cute you will die when you see me wearing it and want to hug the crap out of me touch my tits and pull my hair
the other one will make you want me to babysit your children because it is practical and may as well have kid vomit all over it
i feel totally sick and lucid from all the medicine i have been consuming
we walked around talking like total cunt yuppies and now i can’t stop talking like that to myself in my head LIKE OH MY GOD I AM WAY INTO VINTAGE CLOTHES RIGHT NOW and so on.
i changed my mind about hanging with all those little fucker kids in the park the sound of their voices sends lightning bolts into my head.
goodBYE.
ps remind me to tell you about the fashion groupies at h&m i am too insane right now to think about it.
i wish sit-ups weren’t so incredibly boring i might do some of them.
i wish i was in the kitchen right now making an espresso and taking anti-depressants and advil.
i wish i was three and a half years old so i could go hang with those kids in the park and tell them about the tv shows i enjoy i would like walk around and go beep beep beep HEY LETS PLAY GUNS pew pew pew pew pew!
i would wear the raddest outfits too and teach everyone to tie laces!
and then i would talk to the parents about decorating and lawn maintenance and they’ll be all OH GREAT RACHEL IT’S ONE OF THOSE OVER-PRIVILEGED ANNOYING SMART KIDS as i am showing them my gymnastics and jazz dancing capabilities.
i was in blythe heaven last nite for a little while. holy cuteness! “they’re all LOOKING at me.” says fil.
we were at valerie’s and i was tricked into drinking a non-alcoholic beck’s. well, i wasn’t really tricked into it, it was put before me and i just started on drinking and valerie goes why the fuck is she drinking that, then i noticed the label. fuck you fil. anyhoo, eventually i was plastered and obnoxious and talking really loud. had caribbean food that actually didn’t burn my face off with provocative hotness. went to velvet underground to stand around and look cooler than everybody else, oh wait, that happens everywhere i go. took the bus back and sat beside some dude wearing pink shiny pleather pants and not in an ironic way. fuck i was wasted. the cabbie we had at some point of the nite name-dropped all the famous people he ever gave rides to. jennifer tilley, YOU DON’T SAY!? he said his name was mohammed and then laughed and said yeah but all cabbie’s are named that and i was thinking FINALLY one of you’s guys owns up to that!
