my hands are fluorescent yellow from the turmeric powder, wonderful.
i just came back from the coffee shop and there were two little fucker kids in stollers having a conversation that sounded like this BRAAAAA HAHAHAH HAHA AAAAHHH SCREEEEEEEEECH BAM BAM AHHGHHHHHHHH AGH RAAAAAAAAAAAH BA BA BAB BAAAAbabababab and the girl is like what will it be and i say a medium coffee and a tranq dart gun.
i’m working on a script and i might have a job in a hair salon if i want it.
i haven’t been a gay and posted any lyrics lately so there you go.
Haiti, mon pays,
wounded mother I’ll never see.
Ma famille set me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.
Mes cousins jamais nes
hantent les nuits de Duvalier.
Rien n’arrete nos espirits.
Guns can’t kill what soldiers can’t see.
In the forest we are hiding,
unmarked graves where flowers grow.
Hear the soldiers angry yelling,
in the river we will go.
Tous les morts-nes forment une armee,
soon we will reclaim the earth.
All the tears and all the bodies
bring about our second birth.
Haiti, never free,
n’aie pas peur de sonner l’alarme.
Tes enfants sont partis,
in those days their blood was still warm
i found a recipe for butter chicken from the internet yesterday so instead of going into toronto to make trouble and whore myself out to booze i decided to get a nice bottle of wine and be domesticated with fil instead. when fil got back from work he was in his typical annoy the fuck out of raymi mood wherein i say something and he repeats it back at me with attitude and says YOU..bla bla bla. for example:
raymi: come on lets go to the supermarket
fil: YOU go to the supermarket
raymi: i have the list
fil: YOU have the list
raymi: i KNOW i have the list that’s what I SAID
fil: that’s what YOU said
and then he plays the asking pointless questions game.
fil: what’s that man doing? why is that woman carrying a bag? what does that sign mean? why is that man looking at us? why is that dog white? why is that guy wearing a hat?
raymi: WHY DO I WANT TO THROW MYSELF INTO TRAFFIC!??!
anyway, the food turned out wonderfully and then we watched road house. i’ve seen it a million times before but still it is the greatest film, it’s suppose to be all serious and shit but everything is just silly. oh and there’s a bunch of nudity and shitty fight scenes and jeff healey.
k bye.
i am- Jesus Martinez – Tell your Dad says:
slut
i am- Jesus Martinez – Tell your Dad says:
scunt
raymi says:
you are mean
the new sigur ros video is the most beautiful thing i know of right now. watch the whole thing.
anyway, i fed the cat because i am a sucker and now i have to go buy more tampons. the guys at the variety store must think i am on my period 365 days of the year.
the cat is no longer allowed to be a pickle. now he is a stupid fucking bastard because he sunk his teeth into my right foot and then tried to cuddle with me and get me to feed him.
fuck you.
starve.
i ask the cat if he is a pickle at least thirty times a day and he never tells me what the answer is.
i have hundreds of nicknames for him and fil hates them all especially the newest one which is : Bu-doos. and i say it in a retarded old lady voice.
