FIVE YEARS AGO TODAY
Tuesday, May 01, 2001
i was bored at work the other day so i put this NaturOil in my hair to make it greasy, then i made it into a mohawk and kept a straight face with each customer i served, dark circles under my eyes for an added bonus.
i hate women who shop in hardware stores. they don’t know anything and act all helpless, “Maybe we should ask the man to help us? He knows what to do? No?”
goddammit. i have arms too u re-fucking tard
*WOAH NICE DYKE HAIR RAYMI
me and nico
being sick sucks.
i am developing a penchant for tylenol cool burst cold&flu medicine and triaminic cherry flavoured children’s cough strips. yesterday we drove around and around a lot. we went to the first cemetary we visitted on one of our first few “dates” together.
i have decided i am going to get a shoppers optimum card finally. i simply cannot wait until october 8th where i can get 20x the points!!!11
cid is making those noises cats do when they see a bird kind of like ah na ak ahh ah ah ak na na ak!
yesterday i ate a pita and it was pretty good and then i bought this picture of an old truck from the distillery that was wood glued to a flat rock then sprayed with varnish from a street hippie with a greenpeace button so i hurried home before i bought anymore ugly useless crap.
that mental guy is in the park doing his crazy stretching and working out i bet his abs are like cement.
so i did a pretty good job of depressing the fuck out of myself this afternoon, no one called, no one emailed. i walked from room to room sighing out loud and then i made kale and soup and changed outfits a hundred times and played katamari and fixed myself some vodka blueberry drinks. i would have bummed around outside but i’m sick and being sick + inside on a sunny day + alone = throw me off a bridge. SO GAY. being sick as in cold/flu is worse than a mental illness sometimes, everything is just, ten times more dramatic like, WAH I CAN’T OPEN THIS BOTTLE OF WATER I AM GOING TO LISTEN TO THE SMITHS AND FUCKING KILL MYSELF.
i’m so glad i am no longer a teenager.
i would have finished reading why we are hungry (eggers) but my head is too stuffy/heavy-feeling and playing katamari was hard enough. i think i caught maybe 4 episodes of that 70’s show in the background and gave cid 2 time-outs.
gonna try and go to in-flight safety tonite if i am not too a) ripped or b) ill by then.
i’m bored and sick and fil is getting his motorbike and it is too early to harass people into hanging out with me maybe. i have to get a new bike or get my oldschool peewee herman one fixed, the back tire. maybe i’ll make that kale and organic split pea soup thing with onions and garlic. i’m too pathetic to even do that thanks for getting me sick fil.
if you have my number call me if you are in toronto and into whatever.
