we saw final destination 3 last nite. it was crap. but good crap.
we ate at boston pizza, i had the thai chicken salad. it was crap. boring crap.
i saw my grandma yesterday. she looked scared. it was hard seeing my dad put lotion on her lips, i pretty much broke down.
we went to karaoke on saturday and i sang beastie boys and sarah danced in her money dress and we acted as obnoxious as possible, i wanted to make it so i would be too embarassed to go back there for awhile. i give them too much money, the megatouch machine, the booze and that place is terribly average and suburban and i am too cool for it so cool that the other people there don’t even notice.
they called us sketchy and sarah was like MORE LIKE SEXY.
i made our friend martin a blog, still working on it though. here it is.
i think nudity is boring as hell, my tits especially. sometimes i wish i never showed them. but then i think wait what that’s bullshit.
i am always in a bad mood because i am continually disappointed.
i am writing a new book. it is fiction. it might be a bunch of short stories or it might be one long story. once i have two pages written i am like wow this is an entire story in two pages because i am very concise and i feel details are pointless people can make them up on their own. maybe i will turn it into a choose your own adventure and kill off every single character, maybe. i want people to come away from my story feeling absolutely miserable and desperate and then they will be inspired to write a book and when they sit down they will be overcome with grief or something like it.
i always felt like i was better and smarter than everybody else anyway.
i really like to read my blog a lot because it is funny and it looks really good and i have really good opinions and i am attractive to look at and i am queen of the underground and i rebel against conformity man like diggit cos my template is so totally grassroots oldschool i am like a cassette tape blowing down the street and you walk over to it and see that it is an ac/dc cassette and you are like “wicked” inside of your head and immediately think of lightning bolts and tattoos well yeah that’s me not you so fuck off.
