here’s the rice no one ate but me

i am this close to not going to panama

i feel like i have an ulcer

i dunno whatto do and i feel like i am bringing down everyone around me with my drama and annoying them to no end i just fuck, gotta do my own thing for awhile. i really do wanna go and i am gonna go but we’re going as friends or i’m not going at all i haven’t grown or done anything of any use for a long time and it’s time i fuck my bootstraps and collect my shit

i love him and i always will i just can’t deal right now

i have my own shit to sort

i don’t want to give the wrong impression by going

and i don’t want to give the wrong impression by not going

you are my whole world and that’s not right

i forget myself too much my things my interests

i cant change how i feel im becoming too mean a person too cynical and that’s not my way to say such curse things

but sometimes you have to be blunt and people have to be brought down to size and see that if they wanna carry on as they do they gotta find someone else to put up with their shit

being friends

best friends

is the most i can offer right now

we are far too similar it’s like arguing with myself for hours and hours and i really do not want to punch you in the face or make a hole in your wall

and i’ve been drinking far too much

i would do anything far too much just to vent my frustrations and that’s not safe or smart or good at all in any way

and im afraid that once we’re there something dumb will happen and you’ll be jailed or i’ll be jailed and then what do we do?

we’re not healthy for each other

i cant be your mom anymore

i love you dearly and you know that

i have to be alone for awhile

we’re still the dreamteam

i fucked this one a bit, the raymi is saying lets make a nite to remember. the elf woman is saying no how ’bout one to forget or too late i already forgot.

so i’ll be back in five minutes guys. i hope i don’t get throwed in jail. speaking of which i wrote a letter to angelo’s boy who is in jail. man i’m retarded. so go to his blog and find that audio jail post and get the dood’s address and write to him yerself. ladies i mean.

we’re being panamaniacs.

ever heard sleep on needles by sondre lerche. it’s pretty nice.

and FUCK Underworld is an intense film. so good. it just keeps going. i was waiting and waiting for kate beckinsal (sp whatever?) to go all manic vampire crazy but she didn’t really. her hot contacts were enough for me to take. boiiing.

i’m going to be so brown chinatown in two minutes shaggy shag fag

today is aymitheminx’s first booze-serving shift i will go there and support her soon as i find someone to support my drinking habit.

or maybe sooner.

he only attacked me eight times

but then i said bitch dont mess around and he said fine

and neice was so angry she fell on her hands and princess that shirt is not from wal-mart it’s pantorama

but she was cool a few minutes later

and then papa had another sauce cuz well it was dad’s day

do you see the kerouacness there look at other guy even and we always have the stink eye i want to die look on our faces ‘cept for papa he is always smiling

sean odell

here’s me about to give the thumbs down to the dill pickle chipitos but i bought ‘em anyhow and made out with them immediately and they were the preciousest post-brew nightcap you trick.

got the sexiest number of a black cocktail-sucking dress but it’s a bitch to get in and out of i hope i lose some weight or it stretches out go party dress go go go!

tomorrow is canadur day spectacular son.

i hope fireworks ‘splode outta my hands and my conversations are the talk of the town.

we’re getting married tomorrow.

but only because she’s pregnant like britney.

it makes me all wistful, you know.

me and kat slapped the shit out of each other at the dun right i didnt see it coming and she got all manic for magnetic darts and i got in trouble for losing one

we didnt like each other very much from the start but now we are full on lesbians for hanging out. im basically the girlangelo for her.

when we first start chillin maxin and relaxin it is all silent and polite but then we are like fuck this pour booze in our pockets and everything is revolutionary again.

lazy eye is the new black

ok ill change the banner back you made me feel bad enough ok

you know what you want and not want to do but you can’t stop doing what you shouldn’t

wild animals raised in captivity will perish if placed back into their natural habitats because they don’t know the laws of prey and predator and they don’t know the ways of the jungle, even if that’s where they belong

i feel like her mountain only i’m about to have an avalanche

delight in the annoying