

last nite we watched layer cake and got soused. well at least i did. and i was playing with the evil furry cat thing and then i stopped and rested my arm over the couch and he flew at it from across the room and made a huge gash across it and fil didn’t even discipline him with a bathroom time out.
today he is in skitchen.
what is that suppose to mean anyway?

i was just reading the info on some movie called she hate me and it said something like “bla bla biotech executive..” and i read biotech as Biotch and was thinking why the fuck would they describe an executive as a bitch?
while writing this i typed “said” as “dias” three times.
my brain is messed up.
i just want to get through this day without having a nervous breakdown.
i visitted my papa in hospital on friday, something with his heart. so far no news so maybe that is good.
sometimes, there just isn’t enough vodka.

i took that from my rooftop.
what can i say that hasn’t already been said?
9/11 really fucked me up. really.
when i hear planes i panic and can’t be calm until they safely fly away and i can’t hear them anymore. when it rains and lightnings and thunders i think buildings are blowing up down the street. i have anxiety attacks in airports.
i was in a mental hospital for a month and i have not been the same since.
i heard the first plane fucking hit and i saw the building fall and ashes got all over our basil plants.
fuck you, fuckers.

oh and ps i decided to buy super plus tampons for the first time and it’s like pulling a sheep out of your vagina. awesome. i know i know about that divacup thing but i just can’t get use to the idea of filling up a cup of blood and having to dump it out and put it back in again. don’t forget i drink every nite of the week, periods including so i know that eventually i would be in a public washroom pouring the cup out and then i’d get blood all over myself. can you imagine some chick coming out of a bathroom with blood all over her pants and face and shirt.
fucking hysterical.
hmm maybe i should do that.