come to think of it the only reason my brother made the nintendo club was because he wanted my two dollars. i emailed my dad about the club and he said it was cute and i asked if he was sad that he has two retarded children. he hasn’t responded yet.

i just went and got supreme clientele (ghostface killah) and it is so far my greatest accomplishment this month, possibly in all of 2006. i use to have a burnt copy of it who knows which fucking scavenger-friend took it. i just imagined myself sending a few people some songs off it from itunes and immediately felt extremely greedy and selfish, strange, like i want to keep it all to myself and i don’t want anyone else to hear it, not even fil. sorry. go get your own copy. you will not regret it.

ghostface is the only good thing that came out of wu-tang. oh and maybe some bees.

“in my opinion those who do not like you fall into two categories, stupid, and envious.” – the libertine.

fil was telling me about the club he started when he was seven that was dedicated to saving animals and stuff. he said it cost 50 cents to join and he typed up a bunch of rules for the club. the 50 cents was for administrative costs. haha.

it made me think of the nintendo club my brother and i started once. it cost two dollars to join cos i had two dollars at the time. we invited everyone in our complex. we made elaborate folders and drew pictures of our friends for our file records. my brother was the president and i had a low-ranking position that i don’t remember. no one in the complex was made aware of this club. it disbanded within an hour. i don’t think i even got my two dollars back. that club sucked.

my tits feel big today and kind of saggy and old. i am not saying that to be erotic. erotica is the gayest thing ever. his hands skillfully mastered their domain, my body, a playground of mystery, curves…hills… SHUT UP YOU SCRAGGILY-HAIRED HIPPIE YOU ARE GROSSING ME OUT!

words you are not allowed to say:

menses

lover

spooge

squishy

don’t you dare ask me why, i will BAN you from my comments.

anyway back to my tits. what the fuck? my friend melody told me they might grow some more, she said hers did when she turned 27. how funny would that be if like next week i had double d’s? gross.

has anyone guessed the theme of my blog this week yet?

sometimes i wonder, am i crazy or am i just eccentric?

depressed people have it bad and you don’t really understand until you are plagued with this super emo feeling that won’t go away on its own it’s like sinking into a couch and you are thinking everybody hates you, it’s so gay.

this has been the worst month and i can’t even think of a reason why. i keep thinking my grandma is going to die on my birthday or leading up to it, everyday it’s she is better then she is worse, better worse better worse ungh.

another way to make a shitty blog post is to bring everyone down.

i wish i had cheese and crackers.

maybe i will eat a whole pizza because anorexics eat pizza.

my sleeping pattern is totally fucked i wish i was asleep right now. i hope i don’t have more episodes. if it weren’t windy i would go longboarding today.

blogs are dropping left and right.

i need a vacation.

last nite i screamed out IF THE LEAFS DON’T SCORE I WILL FUCKING KILL MYSELF and this fat chick turned around and said THERE’S KIDS THERE giving me stink-eye and my mouth was open in shock like DID SHE JUST CHASTISE ME FOR THE F WORD OR FOR SUICIDE? everyone else was yelling and swearing but i was the only one who got a lecture and you know what it happens to me ALL THE TIME. i guess i am the one who angers people most like in a line-up of people you would want to tell off, i’m the number one choice always.

anyway then the row behind us started trash-talking our row and said i wasn’t even hot and then me and fil started fighting and pitt got retarded and went to scarborough kidnapped by a cabbie and called the cops and they arrested the guy for assault and kidnapping.

GO LEAFS!

also pitt went down a railing in the ACC like superman aka cristian slater. it was pretty amazing.