over-hearing young people’s conversations fills me with rage.
it makes me want to smoke cigarettes and scowl from up in a tree and tape record everything i hear from a cute little microphone that i dangle inconspicuously from the branches and once the word like is used more than 30 times, i am allowed to make shit fall out of the tree on top of all the young people and i jump out like a superstar and exclaim THIS AMBUSH IS FOR THE WORD “LIKE” AND MAY YOU FROM HERE ON FORTH USE IT ONLY IF YOU ARE IN ENGLISH CLASS AND YOUR TEACHER IS TELLING YOU TO WRITE A SIMILE!!! BLAAAAAAAAAK!
and then all these cats that know how to walk on their hind legs show up and are all snotty to the young people and then the young people leave town forever except for little girls who are maybe 6 years old, they can stay because i like it when they look at my cat ears winter hat and roll their eyes and then go to school on monday and tell their best friend sarah that they saw a teenager wearing the dumbest hat ever and then sarah says, WHATEVER! MY BROTHER IS GAY! TOP THAT!
does anyone want to buy this? i am getting tired of looking at it.
This is an early valentine for you cause you’re probably the coolest chick
ever.
You have most dudes by the balls, most girls by the heart and fucking
everyone by their tongues.
Please don’t stop writing.
Much love,
Maggie
thanks maggie. that was the best valentine because it was a picture of some nerdy guy on a hospital bed having his heart examined by a boring-looking nurse-woman and the expression on his face is like, sigh. i am too lazy/hungry to upload it so for now it is for me and me alone.
yo. i ordered some things from magic pony and they threw in a blythe doll for me for xmas and i called fil and i said i opened the package and they threw in a blythe and he is like WHY?! and i said BECAUSE THEY LOVE ME! fucking right!
i gave that other little blythe to my neice (once the big-sized one that wilheim got me arrived) who probably forgot all about her and she is in the garbage now, who knows, anyway, now i have a different-looking little sized blythe doll. she has short orange hair and orange eyes, kinda reminds me of melting dolls and also makes me want to cut off all of my hair. and she has all these hipster clothes and spectacles and has a pop-up world book where she is an artist and has a beret hipster hat and i feel like vomitting she is so cute.
VOMIT!
so get ready for more tiny-blythe pictures.
oh and for last minute xmas gifts walk your stupid ass on over to magic pony and say hi to kristin and steve and say raymi sent you and then you can all hug and stand around being socially awkward and then you buy something because you feel obligated and shy and then you go home and write about it in your journal and gush about how an inanimate object could possibly bring so much joy that you are keeping it for yourself and your cousin larry can just go fuck hisself this year.
rent king arthur if you haven’t yet seen it. the lead dude is a hunk. and that chick what uses a bowstaff is hot city and she was only eighteen when they filmed the film but ‘cos she has an accent she might pass for 23 24 25 whatever.
hi, we got a lot of you last nite and when we were walking to the beer store i picked you up and threw you in fil’s face and he couldn’t do anything about it because he was carrying a 12-pack with both hands and the sidewalk was all slippery and i only did it because he kept tripping me the whole way to the movie store and back and so i finally snapped though too bad it wasn’t packing snow because it just sprinkled all over his head instead of his face and he was wearing a hat even so it was like nothing.
ps. i taught myself the napoleon dynamite dance so this means i am 1 notch cooler or so.
i got tony’s book yesterday and i took it to my crazy doctor appointment and it sat there across from me on the other chair while i talked about things that made me angry and then i took it to the bar and showed it to adan and i went thru it to look at all the parts that had my name in it and i am like see THERE right THERE
and you know what? out of all the bloggers who suck your dick now, i found you first and linked you first, well after i emailed you a hundred years ago and then you linked me and now everyone knows about me/you.
i discovered your loser-ass and now i own you.
ps you are gay.
and everyone else should buy his book because it creates more blogger awareness and such and makes tony feel better about life and then more girls will crawl thru his back screen door and then he can write about it like he’s bukowski forever and ever and ever.
when i started to read your blog, about 18 months ago, i only had found some anoying ones, writen by ugly people who didn’t even know how to express themselves.
Your blog was a shock i’d say.
Right now, i’m writing from my job (it’s 00h22 here, and i work as a receptionnist in a three star hotel).
I use to surf on the web, reading blogs and stuff every day, sometimes at night too, and, most of the time, this is quite boring grrrrrrrrrrrr…
I love to go out at night in some bars and night club i know, meet new people, and, as all my guests are foreigners, i learn a lot about other countries, and this is the most interesting part of it.
I’ve never been in USA or CANADA, but this will be my next trip.
sometimes, i’m so fuckin’ lazy too…surfin’ all day while drinkin’ beers and smokin’ weed. fucked up days, but not as useless as they seem to be.
Music is very important to me and i think i could’nt live without some.
i love rock, trip hop, electro, acid jazz, and a bit of hip hop (east or west coast i don’t give a shit).
people i love and admire (for any reason): michael schumacher, iggy pop, edward norton, tricky, and YOU.
