i forgot wearing headbands and headband culture in general was intensely fucking hardcore! if one hair is sticking out somewhere you have to redo, start over, it’s a failure of a headband-mount, total. fucking. failure.
i just spent 15 minutes trying to get it right and i look like a pinheaded drunken cheerleader with humongous eyes and a staring problem.
and in half an hour i will have a headache.
YAY GO HEADBAND GO!
i have a new friend and it is a little bird that comes onto the balcony when i have cid in a time-out in the bedroom and he comes to the glass and pecks on it with his little bird beak maybe i will let him fly into the condo? no? i am going to buy birdseed except THE BEST birdseed and then we will have a birdseed party and cid will jump through the screen and ruin all of my bird friendships.
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get ready to cry like a little bitch.
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!
ain’t no party like a buzznet party
especially when only two people are invited word!
me drunky singy songy!
i am thinking in my head that i am the best singer in the world whilst doing this too. fucking blast it dudes!
holy shit my karaoke competition
cougar sings melissa dykeridge.
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.
elizabeth says:
what are you doing
raymi says:
durno
raymi says:
collecting snot in my throat and then re-swallowing it
raymi says:
i have a lot of snot in my throat and on my brain it feels
