i am up earlier now and i have already entertained myself with all the online things i normally do. i wish i could go back to sleep. last nite we went to the drive-in and we were one of four cars there. we saw sky high and flightplan. fil and i talked the entire time during flightplan about what the fuck was going on, where was that kid, did she even exist. the movie was actually pretty good. i got trashed, as usual.
oh and yesterday during the day i watched falling angels. you should watch it too. the comment made about it here is kind of bratty but whatever.
i hate the stigma attached to stay-at-home-moms like they are unable to do anything other than making beds and lasagna. like on oprah today it’s about this chick who wrote some songs and faith hill decided to use them on her album and oprah is all THIS STAY AT HOME MOM DID IT like stay at home moms are mentally retarded and she can’t get over that this woman is able to write songs and then she is all ok RIGHT NOW you are on NATIONAL TELEVISION can you BELIEVE that this would EVER HAPPEN to YOU!?
oprah said STAY AT HOME MOM at least 20 times.
how about, WOMAN WHO HAS NO IDENTITY oprah?
or, MOTHER WHOSE LIFE IS SHIT.
oprah is such a fascist.
way to go there, keep on making women feel incapable and such tasks as writing songs seem impossible oprah and then have a whole hour segment about about how your dog isn’t sociable.
i really want to tell you about all of the things that we made explode at the cottage on saturday and put up all of the pictures but i sort of don’t feel like it. maybe i’ll put up a few pictures. anyway, we used lots of gasoline and lighter fluid and aerosol cans of PAM and wd-40 and shaving cream cos these tards next door were setting offcherry bombs ALL NITE LONG like every 5 minutes so we made a pearl harbour and shut them the fuck up. serious i have never seen an explosion before, you wouldn’t believe it if i told you.
i just got back from grabbing a coffee and these dinkheads in the window were discussing music and one said bla bla you know that john lennon many many years from now will be known as the mozart of our time and then this other genius says yeah well all his songs were about drugs you know and the first garbage-mouth says REALLY!? and then they both start humming and singing day tripper together and i look around and of course i am the only person who is privy to this big pile of embarrassment happening and the top of my head explodes.
and like, “of our time” ? dude was shot 25 years ago.
and please don’t say stupid shit in my comments now about john lennon being the shit and everything cos i know, i’m just as big a fan.
then i go to do my cream and sugar thing and a woman is standing at the station putting some honey into her dyke-tea and so i go to pour a little excess coffee out of my cup into that vent-thing and she does this big showy jump backwards out of the way so i pour a bit more out and she grunts and jumps back again, i’m like wtf this is a CONTROLLED EXCESS COFFEE POUR-OFF DEVICE STOP JUMPING AWAY FROM ME LIKE I AM DUMPING ACID AT YOUR FEET.
sometimes i totally regret having ever gone outside.
