ok my birthday is ON for this friday MARCH 31, my grandma is doing BETTER.
i will let you know the where and when soon and you are all invited but if you don’t get me a present or money then don’t come.
March 28, 2006
last nite i saw on tv this surgeon trying to stitch up a bunch of cuts and bleeding wounds on this guy who was on PCP and halfway through the guy sits up screaming, undoing all of the surgeon’s work and so they have to start all over again and he gets up AGAIN and so the surgeon decided to sew his ears down to the bed with the stuff they use in the morgue and it worked but i was thinking doii if he sits up now he’s totally going to rip his own ears off. but he didn’t and it was a success. the end.
i woke up late and coughed up some blood a very small amount and my voice was gone. it looks so fucking nice out there and i haven’t stepped outside i am that sick. i wonder if laryngitis is going around that would be pretty nice cos then i could be all oh ok i have laryngitis and get on with it.
grown kids were playing in the park on their lunch break and it was strange cos right after all the little tots came for their recess like a hundred of them in t-shirts and little sweaters no jackets and i looked down at my body and decided i am not ready for wearing less clothes.
i really would like to ride my longboard but i am afraid i will get more sick.
“Why are you so stupid, huh? I stayed up all night wondering just how it could be that you are so stupid. I’m sure it was your stupidity that caused your husband to leave you.”
March 27, 2006
i told fil we are going to drink champagne and listen to the new philosopher king’s cd that i haven’t opened yet. who knows maybe it is a good cd? i got it for free. fil is not a fan. well we will give it a listen and then give it away and then whoever gets it can listen to it and then give it away also it will be like some stupid thing in a movie like THE NOTEBOOK that is a continuous reoccuring thing of gayness or uh the sisterhood of the travelling pants and the red violin except don’t go to any store with it in your bag cos they didn’t demagnetise it, elizabeth had one too and we had to take the entire case apart and destroy it in a le chateau and i was thinking wow if we actually stole this cd then this chick is watching us opening it up out of the plastic and throw away the magnet thing and she is totally buying our “got it for free last nite” story.
anyway yeh who the fuck would steal a philospoher king’s cd?
we are going to drink cheap champagne tonite and eat japanese food and maybe rent a movie cos me and fil will not be hanging out tomorrow nite and i am moody sick annoying and if i don’t get my way i am very very very ungh i dunno super-annoying like i will ignore you and give you the silent treatment and sigh a lot and when you ask me wat’s wrong i will snap and be like IT SHOULD BE FUCKING OBVIOUS WHY I AM UPSET AND NOW THERE IS ANOTHER REASON WHY I AM UPSET IT IS BECAUSE OF YOU NOT KNOWING WHY I AM UPSET IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO CAN READ MINDS!?!?!? and when i say you i mean fil.
poor fil.
not like he is losing out on having to drink champagne and eat japanese food and rent a movie with me except he has to hang out with me.
and i get to be sometimes like i have zero patience, i guess it’s payback for when fil answers my question with a question. i screamed in the car OH MY GOD SHUT UP with my hands over my ears like i was 4 cos i can’t stand it anymore i dunno how i tuned it out before.
he’ll come home and casually ask what went on today on the www. and i will be like MY GOD FUCKING LOOK FOR YOURSELF cos i’ll be sitting in the same spot for a million hours and the first person i come into contact with i assault with my shut-in wrath.
no wonder nerds are fucking irritable snobby pieces of shit.
anyway hi fil i love you.
i feel like writing poetry right now because i am an emotional sickly ant and i am too weak to bathe and it’s funny how when you are sick you are at the peak of eccentricity like i want to wear a fancy dress and lie upside down on the couch with my head on the floor because it seems like a good idea?
i started writing a poem but it was really bad.
when i was doing blow i tried writing and this is what i wrote:
coke poem:
i have written too much already
and that was it.
i’m hungry but also not, my stomache feels empty and full and
talking about this is stupid.
25 peeps arg. click that i put the wrong url before.
