matthew good’s book arrived yesterday and so did jamie’s. i like how matthew good writes because it’s all the crap i think about except a bit different and he had it all put together and published oh and he talks about having a sequel to water world which is brilliant because i loved water world despite it flunking at the box office. i dunno why everyone shit talks that movie. i thought it was amazing and i would probably buy it one day if i remembered to and/or wasn’t busy buying other stuff that i don’t need and beer.
yesterday i got a new scarf from the bartender because i am special and it was annoying him and it is the material of a sofa and someone spent too much money on it because it is ugly and they gave it to their husband and he forgot it on purpose at the bar and so i am going to wear it like crazy and hopefully have a confrontation with a rich lady with bad taste and say here is your damn ugly scarf biotch in front of all of her friends and she will march over to the bar and confront the drunk man husband who is part of the football pool and he will say I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAY and everyone will be excited.
noel gave me cool pins that he made with his button-maker.
i gave most of them away already and took credit for making them right in front of him and he was amused by that because we are all about LYING FOR THE SAKE OF ENTERTAINMENT.
some are of different pictures of michael jackson and say 1000% innocent.
the others are of the tampax insertion directions that are cartoonish and fil is going to wear one tonite because finally a button exists that is ironic and seedy enough and the opposite of gay.
julka’s sister was mean to this guy who tried to talk to me outside because he was lonely and i mentioned the suburban town i currently habit and said the ultra-cool nickname for it and he was like wow i think you’ve started a trend and she cut him off and said bla bla i hate that suburban town and GUYS WITH ACNE and the dood was all hurt and slunked-off from us and i said wow that was cold.
he did have a lot of bad acne and he was kinda repulsive-looking and what not but STILL you don’t make cheap jabs like that.
she drank a whole bottle of scotch before coming out and tried to walk out with her pint of beer and the bouncers were like woah woah what the fuck? and she goes wait huh what about the patio? and we look around and there is clearly no patio there because there is snow and it’s winter. it was all very hilarious.
her and julka are russian jews and so i asked what they did to celebrate the 60 year ann. of the concentration camp thing and julka said huh what? we got drunk or something, it was the anniversary of, what? what happened?
anyway.
i thought of a fictional story plot finally that i am going to hammer out that does not involve drinking at a bar and it won’t be called “the bar journal” because that is too depressing right now.
i’ll write that in the summer when i am less retarded and have my shit together hopefully.
on our way to the watering skeezer hole before leaving good old parkdale we see this woman outside a pizza parlor, standing there screaming at the top of her lungs, something, over and over again and everyone is acting like it isn’t happening and avoiding her side of the street altogether. her hair sucked. she was kind of fat. she had coke bottle glasses. and her clothes also sucked.
this is what she was screaming:
POLISH PEOPLE SAID,
MY DAUGHTER IS BAD!
over and over and over again, like it was a chant. noel said that the people who propriet the pizza place are polish and so maybe they told her that her daughter was bad and she is informing parkdale that polish people told her that one day while she was eating pizza and she did not like that they said her daughter was bad.
at first i thought she was saying that her daughter was a bed, because it rhymed better with said and i thought that scream rhyme chanting is way cool by far.
julka, i am too lazy to go find your email address so here are the rest you drunk artfag. there are more actually but they’re all pretty much the same crap over and over.
jamie got one of my dumb shirts because he is part of the nerdy raymi culture online movement phenomenon of snobbery and such. more of you bitches need to be purchasing my shirts. or perhaps i need to draw something better. and cuter. ok i’ll do that now. or later. or tomorrow. i’m hanging with parkdalemiddleton tonite and also kristin and some other arty girls after that who like unicorns and knitting and mothers-in-law…hopefully we will be sporting matching jogging suits. today i don’t feel crabby because we didn’t booze last nite and it’s amazing how a nite of sobriety can turn the morning after into a whole new world.
incredible.
i added matthew good and jen and fil as new writers to my blog.
finally watched the terminal. it is entertaining and it is also complete bullshit and it seems really long and by the time you get to the ending you are mad and flabbergasted. and not one person tells off the one villain of the movie so you are waiting for that to happen and it never does and you feel gypped and then you go to bed angry.
