fil and i are skipping band practise tonite to see tony‘s friends TSAR play at the horseshoe so everyone else do the same, they go on at eleven and i believe it’s a free show. noel may also be in attendance along with his lady, that chick in the red spandex outfit and the fucked up bangs who i always take pictures of. i called pee-yare to see if he was planning on going with hunter but he said something like bleh bla going to see coldplay. sorry there cooooool guy, too good for the indie crowd eh?
i went to the corner store and the dude gave me this cheesy foam picture frame that’s pink and heartshaped and has a gay sample photo innit and i brought it back to show fil and he was all wtf is this guy giving you a framed picture of himself for?!?! from afar it looks like the asian guy who calls me BEEEYOOTY everytime i go in there without fil. he tells me that my boyfriend has to work more because i need lots of money to buy things with and it’s not right that i spend my own money. heh.
i barely took any photos this weekend, mostly gay hippie stuff, clouds and fields and old barns. our favorite chipmunk is dead, a dog ate it. there were hyper spaz kids up with us this time and at one point the 5 year old screamed CAN I HAVE SOME COFFEEEE!? yeah sure, right after we give you some speed. fil got a gun license, not that he has a need for a gun or anything but it’s a license you have for life so whatever. the scab on my finger is in a lot of pain and i think it’s infected cos it looks like a vagina gash, pink and slitty. i played with a chainsaw and cut down some fucked up trees and felt like a lesbian and i was wasted and imagining cutting off my leg through my shin and then having to be all pro-handicapped and i was thinking what my first blog post would be like after i got out of the hospital and i wanted to post a picture of my cut off leg in the forest with blood all around it and another one of me in a hospital bed smiling with a caption saying something like WHAT ME WORRY!?
Dear blogreaders
i cut off my right leg but it’s ok because it was an accident and also i have this cool prosthetic now and whatever cos like, dancing is so 2003! later!!!!
i think i am stoned in this picture. i hope i am stoned in this picture. yeesh.
jamie found me a new boyfriend. i like that i have a lot of boyfriends and they are either chipmunks or fat men with headphones or fucked up hair or no teeth and are a million years old.
get ready to be jealous.
last nite fil and i went to the drive-in to see the island and wedding crashers, both brilliant movies in their special little way. we’re trying to remember a specific line from the wedding crashers cos when it was said i turned to him and was all bleh blahh new blog title! we drank 50s and shoks and there was a tiny cute little dog in the car beside us with a smushed up little face and the drunker i got the more high-pitched my voice went so that all the windows of all the cars ‘sploded.
we are going up north for the ten trillionth time in a row so fil can pretend to help build a cottage extension and i can get retarded on the sauce and do the easy crossword book. which is still kind of hard. for me at least.
we walked to the supermarket and fil tripped on some gravel and i laughed at him and he said that was dangerous and i said yeah maybe for retards and then i felt bad and went awwww honey and tried to hug him and he said don’t touch me.
at five in the morning some douche bag was talking to the girl down the hall through the building’s intercom in the alley outside our window. it woke me up out of this crazy sexy dream. anyway, fuckskag was all WELL there IS a coffee down here for you…if you want it, his tone was trying to be coy and tempting but really he sounded demanding and pathetic. so they chatted a bit longer and then she went down to get the coffee and they talked some more. who the fuck talks and drinks coffee at 5 in the morning. i stood up on the bed and was sliding down the window just about to say DUDE SHE IS NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU DON’T YOU GET IT SHE WOULDN’T LET YOU IN AND SHE MADE ALL THIS EFFORT TO COME DOWN TO TALK TO YOU GO THE FUCK HOME ALREADY I AM TRYING TO SLEEP and so on. so finally they said bye and he got into his stupid little car and cried all the way home. that chick just turned 19 and is living down the hall until the end of august. thank god cos her doorway is a turnstile of different dudes daily and there’s been all this destruction since she moved in.
