i can’t decide whether to wear heels tonite or my big black santa boots, i guess the boots are easier and go with the whole santa vibe but heels are sluttier, no? i don’t really know how to rock heels so much anymore, ok i do but i walk EXTREMELY slow and it’s like i had a make-over when i wear them cos i’m all awkward and gay and then i get really fidgety and nervous and drink far too much and then start doing the I AM THE MOST OBNOXIOUS PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE routine.
and in my head when i am speaking i think that i sound like: e=mc squared, ten to the power of 10 and pi is 3.14 bla bla calculator excelsior interface c++ 101110010 111 0101 110 101010 1
but really i sound like this: SCRAGGILY RAAAAAAAAAH ARGG BLURRRRRRRG SnoOOOOOT snot frrrrap sdglrekiY(*^*&$65c ytgcjn
so maybe i should just wear the boots. though i know i will get more loaded in them because i have more courage and i am less likely to fall down some stairs out the window and into the street.
last nite i asked the sketchbag down the hall and his buddy who were talking loudly in the alley for a half hour to talk somewhere else and i didn’t even say it in a bitchy way and they apologized in that paranoid just smoked a joint didn’t realise we were yelling type way. i found a ms. claus costume yesterday for this, phew. i also got fil’s bday gift. we rented last days, that kurt cobain movie by the guy who also did elephant and it was CRAP.
i mean, it’s perfectly fine if you want to feel sketchy and depressed and uncomfortable for 1 hour and 36 minutes, whatever.
before we watched it fil was in one of his moods and i was all hey man just disappear into this movie for a couple hours it’ll be fiiiine and turns out the movie is like the epitome of i thought i wanted to OD on painkillers before but now i just want to set myself on fire.
6 cavities. i have to go back next week. they’re gonna shave down one of my front teeth cos it is longer than the other. my dentist was really nice now i feel bad for shit-talking him. he asked if my book was in chapters. heh.
i just wanted to tell you how much i like your book. its brevity belies the enormity of its subject matter which is what great writing is all about–saying really big things with as few words as possible.
i like the art too…
i don’t know why you didn’t get it published by some crazy corporate house for a buncha bucks, but im sure u have your reasons.
anyways, i hope i can get it signed by you someday soon. this one time i wrote on my blog how u are the only ferreal star i’ve ever met…and that was back when u were kinda zonked out and in a bad place, but you were still shining so bright and beautiful and bigger than life.
here is an impression of me when i am blasted obliterated busticated retardicated and decide to pick up strange cats and make them let me squeeze them with my love.
i can’t drink so much anymore cos i get wrecked a lot easier by upping my crazy pill dosage which is a shame cos i really enjoy drinking, like, a lot. i dunno if you knew that already. anyway, i am having insomnia cos of it. i go to bed thinking i am buzzed enough and watch futurama and family guy and then i realise i am not drunk and then i can’t sleep.
anyway here is a profound line that i dreamed of last nite. there are two sketchy guys who are in a fight and one says to the other,
“we are both standing beside each other swaying, however YOU sway in the opposite direction of me.”
maybe it was as me and maybe it was leaning instead of swaying either way i am a poetic genius subconsciously like an old crotchety chinese guy who says cool shit every ten seconds, chinese proverbs or whatever.
raymi i’ll buy a book when my horsehater.blogspot.com cafepress account gets back up to 20 bucks — i just got a check from them so it went back to 0
jamie gave me one of his books for free because he is a WAY better blog friend than you.
hey — i got a great marketing idea, — you should post reminding people to buy your book every five minutes. wait. you already do that.
sincerely,
martha stewart
you are a fuckhead i only have one copy of my book so far cos none of my cafe cash has cleared yet i cant help it if my lifes work is in a book and no one cares as much as i do which girl showed u my blog maybe she should be my friend instead why dont u and jamie gay off together til the end of the world
