tina interviewed me for the fulcrum.

oh ok one more thing, i started occasionally wearing a bra again so all of a sudden i have humonguous tits and when i am in a crowded bar or wherever and i have to squeeze by someone i feel like my boobs are taking over everything and if i turn around real quick i might kill someone.

i have to go meet fil at the bar but i just opened a beer, maybe i’ll take it as a to-go. the other nite i poured a tallboy into a pint glass and we were gonna go out and i was all hey man wouldn’t that be HALARIOUS if i just walked down the street with a pint of beer like SO FUNNY, fil didn’t really say anything. he’s getting betterer and betterer at tuning me out. if i showed up with a beer that i don’t normally order at the bar they’d be all WTF SISTER!?

a week ago at the pub i shoved my 3/4 full bottle of heineken into my jacket sleeve, thought better of it and put it in the front pocket of my baglady sweater, then i thought naah i should put it back into my jacket sleeve so it looks like i don’t have a left hand and i have to walk hunched over and my left arm is a foot longer than my right. i was doing this way out in the open also and just as i had changed my mind again and switched the bottle to my cardigan pocket this old couple walk by me and smile. they had been watching me the entire time and were laughing and shit.

good thing old people know better than to rat on you.

Where O where have you been my love?

When she’d left, i’d only begun this lullabye

by the time i got to grade eight i had had enough of trying to be number one with my grades so i decided to get serious about slacking off and then my mum told me i had been chosen for valedictorian and thus had zero responsibilities for the rest of the school year outside of writing my speech and so i slacked on that until the very last nite and my mum asked to see it so i offered up a few pieces of crumply scrap paper with chicken scratch on ‘em and she was shocked.

i remember lying down on the basement couch, my dad in the rocking chair and my mum at the computer typing out my speech as i half-assedly dictated, it was maybe 1 in the morning by that point.

i cried at the end of saying it to the packed auditorium and i received a standing ovation.

and then i danced like the hugest slut ever with the dumbest boys in front of all of the teachers that were so fucking proud of me and my brains.

one said to my mother not to let me slack off, i could be a great big something if i tried.

heh.

i bumped into my highschool drama teacher at the canzine festival. she was sitting beside me. she said that my face had totally changed and i said what, you mean fatter? i had a beer in my hand. she looked exactly the same to me. i kind of rubbed her the wrong way in that class. i remember she had criticised something about my acting or whatever and i said a lot of shit back to her and she totally called me on being super defensive and it made me angrier, moreso cos she was right.

i met ward in that drama class. worst acting i ever saw.

i have to get my passport photo taken so i’ve been practising not smiling all day. i don’t feel like showering or washing my face today so i’ll go get it taken tomorrow.

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