april 4, 2009

re-reading my old myspace blogs. i like the funny ones, then they just turn to shit, then they sorta got funny again, then went to a balance of shit and funny.
this is one of the best hahah.

i have the laptop in the car now.
it was playing death of a whore and it was saying "FUCK YOU, AND FUCK YOU, AND FUCK YOU SOME MORE!"
then the mother got mad because i was singing that and she thought i was just saying it to her. so she looked at me in shock and said "keep your dirty words to yourself!"
so now im not supposed to have my music in the car and instead there is solid gold playing some gay song on the radio. i hate the radio.
its not even bad music now its long road out of here which is a nice song.

im not even sure where we're going. she wont tell me.
we do have to get the groceries though later. boring. i think i might just sit in the car rambling on this notepad. then at least i can leave if i wish and get burger king since i know she'll go to countdown.

every house around here looks the same. all little, rundown, graffitti-fenced things. what type of people live inside. what are they doing. going about their lives with no idea people theyve never met are thinking about them.
we just went past guild street. one of my old primary school friends lived down there. i dont remember her name, but me and my friends would always be over at her house cuz she lived quite close to us. i remember playing on that playground down the road too.

and my friend julia edge had a trampoline at her house which i bounced off once and got an egg on my head. i just laughed. i seem to just laugh at anything displeasing that happens to me. i dont know if thats bad or not. anyway she still lives at the same house. after all those years.

i got callled a "dickwick" by the mother. for saying something stupid. whatever the fuck that means.
and now im supposed to keep my comments to myself because there was a large woman eating an icecream at the lights next to us. i told her she doesnt need that icecream. she didnt even hear me. but she looked at me.
now mum says im going to get my head kicked in one of these days for talking about people. thats nice..

there was this butch dyke riding along on her bicycle and i really did feel like yelling "dyke on a bike!" at her. but i did refrain. she looked a bit too staunch for me to be insulting.

i put crystal meth on the grocery list. mum saw it and asked me what is it, i told her its good for your brain.
"oh the supermarket wont have that, youll have to go to the pharmacy"
"it might have some, you never know, just look for it, maybe ask for assistance"
"is it something for your mouth?" (wtf)
"no mum, its p"
"youve been killing your brain cells! you used to have lots of brains but youve weeded up your brain now! i dont even know about p or your silly nicknames for it!"

fuck this sitting in the car. im starving, my tummy is rumbling, bk is staring at me.
i kept dropping food down my top. you wouldnt want to see me eating a big mac, seriously.
god i miss the days of just listening to bikini kill day in, day out. when it was still such exciting music. i eat your hate like love i eat your hate like love! how does it feel it feels blind..
course it still is exciting music.

i threw the bag out the window, and it nearly got into a bin. joan jett is amazing. that is all.


now tonights thoughts..

its way too fucking hot. im lying in bed with the laptop sitting on me and its really hot and im kinda burning up, kinda feel sick. its making me feel really faint.
i need to get my ass into gear, i need to stop fucking around with shit. town is a huge distraction, i still avoid all this shit i need to do by just going to hack and sitting around all day. tomorrow is going to be a day where i actually do something, im not going to fuck around on the internet, im not going to go into town and fuck around there all day and night. im going to DO THE STUFF IVE BEEN SUPPOSED TO BE DOING FOR WEEKS + MORE NOW!