Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Well, that last post was gay. I was in such a bad mood. I ran out of my Effexor on a weekend so, listen, it's confusing ok..? I didn't have any or any way of getting any till Monday. So, I blew a head pipe. It sucked ass. I hate it when I go crazy, plus I hadn't done so in a real long time so I had that going for me and seeing it ruined like that really, really was wiggidy-wac.
I don't want to get into my fit but it involved me throwing Happy Meal prizes out of the car window and then jumping out at an intersection, in a super bad ass rain storm mind you, and then walking home like a dickehead all wet and shit. I am stupid.
Sara stayed over the night the other night. It was a slumber party. I'll post a pic of her lolly-gagging on my couch in her silly P.Js later. We didn't do anything that cool. Walked my dogs, ate food, watched Ashton Kutcher on SNL. He is a funny kid when he acts stupid. Which I don't really think he is in real life. Not that he's a genius or whatev' I just don't think he's a dip-shit.
Kind of getting stressed with gearing up for A.P.E and all that. It's a nerve racking thing, presenting my work in a public forum. Ugh, I wish that I didn't have to go but A.P.E is the penultimate place for pretty goth chicks and suicidal teenagers, as such i'd be lame not to go. They, the chicks and S.T's might think i'm like some brooding, sullen indie-comic dream date. I mean, i am but the rest of the world isn't really aware yet. I will be unleashed. Go to A.P.E on saturday and you'll see. Say you read my blog and i'll give you some free shit, like a handshake and the advice that you should spend your time on better things...
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I don't want to get into my fit but it involved me throwing Happy Meal prizes out of the car window and then jumping out at an intersection, in a super bad ass rain storm mind you, and then walking home like a dickehead all wet and shit. I am stupid.
Sara stayed over the night the other night. It was a slumber party. I'll post a pic of her lolly-gagging on my couch in her silly P.Js later. We didn't do anything that cool. Walked my dogs, ate food, watched Ashton Kutcher on SNL. He is a funny kid when he acts stupid. Which I don't really think he is in real life. Not that he's a genius or whatev' I just don't think he's a dip-shit.
Kind of getting stressed with gearing up for A.P.E and all that. It's a nerve racking thing, presenting my work in a public forum. Ugh, I wish that I didn't have to go but A.P.E is the penultimate place for pretty goth chicks and suicidal teenagers, as such i'd be lame not to go. They, the chicks and S.T's might think i'm like some brooding, sullen indie-comic dream date. I mean, i am but the rest of the world isn't really aware yet. I will be unleashed. Go to A.P.E on saturday and you'll see. Say you read my blog and i'll give you some free shit, like a handshake and the advice that you should spend your time on better things...
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