Monday, November 9, 2009

eighty wheighty

For some reason I fall for boys who can not write cursive.

Also, for the past week at my parents house I've been peeing in my moms garden because renovation guys scare me and I don't want to ask them to get out of the bathroom they are renovating so i can pee in there. That would just be weird. Gardens are a lot more natural setting.

Last night was my mad-European grandfather's 80th birthday celebration. My brother and I got wasted and I danced with the little kids, ate their chicken nuggets and disgraced my family, as per usual.

happy birthday, dedo

Monday, November 2, 2009

driving with charlie to the strip club

I've stopped taking my anti-anxiety pills and started doing a lot of cocaine this month. The other day I cried because I thought I had too many birthmarks on my arms. I am at my parents house for a few days because I need to feel loved and eat brie cheese and hang out with my dogs and let them lick my fingers. It's a good time to be alive, though. Something about leaves all feezing to death and the sun ceasing to shine sets my thoughts on fiyah.