so my family doesn’t quite grasp the concept of SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY. my brother wrote DAD’S SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY on his calendar and my dad went over there to shut off the water pipes to the hose in the backyard i guess and saw it so he pretty much knows about what’s going on tonite but it’ll be funny seeing his fake I AM SO SURPRISED RIGHT NOW face.
i told my brother that he was gonna have to call my dad and say that he can’t make it and then my brother said WELL BUT I AM GOING! and i said I KNOW THAT BUT YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO MAKE DAD THINK THAT YOU AREN’T and then when he gets home and sees you there he will be surprised. get it?
oh, oh right. he says.
for a present i wrapped up a bunch of VICE magazines that my dad hasn’t seen yet.
so when i went to get my crazy pill ‘script i had to wait forever and ever in the room so i played with every gadget on the wall and measured my calf’s blood pressure and two days later it is still hurting. and then my doctor is like LET’S DO A PAP SMEAR! and i’m all YES TOTALLY! there wasn’t even anything worth stealing either except for those long vagina q-tips. meh.
wha gwan raymi? me can come in? me gatt tunes and me gat words and me gat feelings. and dass al u need to be a star in barter town. and u is the brightest star in barter town, minxess. i was eating a hamburger the other day and I thought this tastes. not this tastes good. or this tastes bad. just, this tastes. and that was enough for me. enough to know i could still make my home in barter town.
i took comments down again and it’s not cos of that ass-hat, i didn’t even get to see what he wrote. i got use to not having them. they will be up again eventually. when blogs first started there weren’t comments, not that i can remember anyway and also i didn’t know anyone else who had a blog, not even tony pierce. he wasn’t even blogging when i was. ha! anyway, it’s strange to think of it now like, no one was around and so i could just write my own thing about my little pony and what happened in high school that day and no one really cared and i guess i kinda miss that anonymity, don’t get me wrong of course i do enjoy the swollen-headedness of a bunch of daily readers et al though, i don’t like being told what to post and what to write and then being criticised. i control this blog, i write about whatever and i don’t need feedback on everything. people can email me for that, i like emails, i may even post them!
obviously people enjoy coming together and discussing shit here but there’s always a few who go and ruin it for everyone and i get angrier and angrier each time it happens and i’m sorry. just give me some time to get over my pre-menstrual crazy pillness or something.
last nite fil and i went to see the goblet of fire and i was bored ten seconds into it, must be the crazy pills, anyway, it was a stupid piece of crap. luckily sealbait has new videos.
look i don’t want to be the next sylvia plath. buy my fucking book and you’ll see, i even say “this isn’t the bell jar.” i didn’t want a long pill discussion cos it’s boring and redundant and takes up too much time to read. i just tried to write about the fact that we’re “fucked up” in a funny lazy girls on the couch kind of way. anyway yeah hi comments are back. ain’t it grand.
fil and i are moving soon and have we started packing? no. it doesn’t matter so much for me cos all i have to do is throw my clothes into garbage bags because i am chris farley in tommy boy. i can’t wait to go to ikea and buy retarded looking furniture and knick-knacks.
