i pulled a disappearing act.
phases in my life consist of Internet hostility and boycotting anything that involves action. for the past 20 days I thought about logging into the wordpress admin site to “write blog” but just thinking about doing it gave me motion sickness. Lacking discipline is what I do best. Days and weeks are spent in disappointment in myself for lacking the discipline to be motivated and therefore not a slug. Even though today I did log in and write a little somethin’ I will most likely be even more down on myself for slacking–this is because I will be disappointed in what I’ve written and I will also be pissed b/c it only took a few minutes and I’ll wonder why I don’t spare those minutes everyday to just do it. Read the rest of this entry »
this is a sand puppy. they live in the african desert.
they live in tunnels and are cold blooded, a rarity among mammals.
they move backwards and forwards at the same speed and they are highly adapted at moving underground (wikipedia).
Read the rest of this entry »
a place on earth you need to visit is Treasure Mart in Kerrytown, Ann Arbor. I’m sure it isn’t in 1,000 Places To See Before You Die, which is a shame on Patricia Schultz.
Treasure Mart is a market crammed with necessities for your home, life and valuables to pass along after your death. Tables are riddled with magnificent finds. A fine painting could rest next to a tea cup, a bronzed horse could be brandished next to a sequined fur coat–you’ll need to wear your prescription lenses to this place because you could find anything anywhere!
Just look what I found.
“After a celestial day of praying to Jesus about her elongated limb syndrome (ELS), Angela rested her eyes and dreamed she was a demon train whore”
Read the rest of this entry »
howdy, cocksuckers. Deadwood tricked me. I rented, what i thought to be the last disc, Season 3 disc 6—but, it was the bonus features!! I was beyond depressed to learn that I had indeed finished watching Deadwood on Season 3 disc 5. I was crushed. Not that the ending was disappointing but i thought there was more; turns out i was just standing in line waiting for nothing. The feature disc was interesting; david milch talked about the dynamics between bollock and swearingen. the show was phenomenal and it’s finality has stricken me with grief. I was all snuggled down into my dual reclining love seat to wrap up seasons of filth, murder, greed and obscenities and instead I was left wanting. I heard some rumors about the possibility of a movie being made….those loopy cunts better get it started or i’ll feed them to my flesh eating pigs.
i smile at people because I am friendly. it’s a curse. i’m not overly happy and fake but I am courteous and amicable. even to people i don’t necessarily really want to be smiling at. perhaps it is see through. there are certain people who do not smile and they don’t even act like they just didn’t notice you smile at them. they watch you smile at them, look into your face and they refuse to reciprocate the action. i wish i could do that; i never would have fucking smiled at them in the first place. I don’t even like you! I just wasted a smile on you and now i’m pissed because had i known you were going to be an asshole, which is most likely why i don’t even like you, i would have just walked on by pretending to be in my own world. I can do that too.
Read the rest of this entry »
everyone knows that halloween is a time for women to dress up like sluts. little girls who used to be princesses and cinderella are now naughty nurses and witches clad in sheer mini skirts. i’d like to see that witch hop onto a broom; there isn’t a single brew or eye of newt to remove that kind of splinter.
here is my predicament: I don’t want to dress up, I find it corny. The amount of work involved in finding/buying/making the costume is wasted time–it’s like spending a whole bunch of money on garbage bags, they are made to be trash and get thrown away. it’s not like you hold onto them or even reuse them. why invest? much like halloween.
going to a halloween costume party without a costume is also a retarded thing to do.
hi, i’m the asshole who is too good to look like the kind of asshole who dresses up for halloween.
i can never think of what to go as. obviously nothing that would cause me to get a splinter in my snatch, nothing that requires me to worry about my boobs accidentally being exposed, and nothing that is a shortened, transparent, sleazy rendition of an actual uniform.
for instance:
She’s a police woman who fights crime in fishnets and spiked heel knee high boots.
There is nothing like following the yellow brick road in her pleated porno skirt, all the better for the munchkins to see up oh, and toto is her bitch.
Read the rest of this entry »
i love this.
it was summer 2006, annapolis, MD. I window shopped my way down the street while my boyfriend praddled on about how these towns are made for women. He believes men are second class citizens when it comes to stores. I agree with him and I like it. It would be nice to have a place to stick him while I peruse though.
Read the rest of this entry »
I’m waiting for myself to write something…
