broken knee?
so i've been drunk for the last couple of months and i got the new tool album today (it leaked and i have a burned copy!) and i really dont remember what any of you people look like.
my mother got her stomache sliced open yesterday and instead of being there for moral support during the surgery i was trying to get a job in a music video.
a magazine.
an advert!
Then I was dancing with some blonde tranny singing cher's "this is a song for the lonely" - drunk off vodka, amaretto, and captain morgan spiced rum. yum.
i'm surprised i didnt puke. the hangover was a heavy one.
i walked to the rooftop with my british pal, a porkchop, and the star herself only to witness the english bloke fall over a railing and plummet at least 12 feet.
15, at most.
he landed on the bottom three stairs. hard.
i thought he was dead on impact.
but he's alive. and well. i can laugh now. ha ha.
ha.
he's also in the hospital - checked in this morning. he called me around 10:15 am, groaning like a skinned endangered species, pleading for assistance. or at least to tell him which way he landed because he was too drunk to remember anything accept being air-born.
he needs to know what to say to the doctor when he gets looked at like a fool and asked how the fuck he fell, nevermind which way he landed!
... i still dont know how he accomplished falling over the railing.
we also got sexually molested by a 50 year old irish man with really bad teeth and a problem with flashing anyone under 25.
in other non-relevant, ranting, unrational, and irresponsible news; the day before (monday?) i was at some river in richmond hill and i climbed the tree that lingered over concrete ground as well as part of the river. i dont really know why there was concrete there, but there was. alot of it, too.
it acted like some sort of filteration system for a stream of dirty ass water that smelled like flea feces. the trees were pretty at least . . .
regardless, i fell out of the tree and i landed on the concrete bruising and scraping my knee. i had to walk around the city yesterday from my agency to the eaton's centre to gay town with a bunch of band aids and one of those elastic-y sling things that you wrap around the wound for pressure. i'm out of it and COMPLETELY forget what they're called.
a brace!
...no, thats definately not it. it's something else.
whatever.
i still cant really walk but at least i didnt fall over the railing and land at the bottom of a fleight of stairs - sorry, you blimey bloke.
moving backwards - easter was fun. jesus is back and i ate so much damn food! i still dont get why us catholics who are so 'resourceful' and 'helpful' sit down together on easter and eat as many fucking animals as we can. even if there's no room.
cow and pig and lamb. more and more and more. sausaged or oven-roasted.
bbq'd.
i wont complain. it just seems a little contradictory. but then again, isnt all of christianity?
moving forward again - i need a mother fucking drink.
i think i'm going to be M.I.A from LJ again for a little while.
or not.
you'll have to wait and see.
call me every five minutes!
until then, CHEERS.
[purple]
my mother got her stomache sliced open yesterday and instead of being there for moral support during the surgery i was trying to get a job in a music video.
a magazine.
an advert!
Then I was dancing with some blonde tranny singing cher's "this is a song for the lonely" - drunk off vodka, amaretto, and captain morgan spiced rum. yum.
i'm surprised i didnt puke. the hangover was a heavy one.
i walked to the rooftop with my british pal, a porkchop, and the star herself only to witness the english bloke fall over a railing and plummet at least 12 feet.
15, at most.
he landed on the bottom three stairs. hard.
i thought he was dead on impact.
but he's alive. and well. i can laugh now. ha ha.
ha.
he's also in the hospital - checked in this morning. he called me around 10:15 am, groaning like a skinned endangered species, pleading for assistance. or at least to tell him which way he landed because he was too drunk to remember anything accept being air-born.
he needs to know what to say to the doctor when he gets looked at like a fool and asked how the fuck he fell, nevermind which way he landed!
... i still dont know how he accomplished falling over the railing.
we also got sexually molested by a 50 year old irish man with really bad teeth and a problem with flashing anyone under 25.
in other non-relevant, ranting, unrational, and irresponsible news; the day before (monday?) i was at some river in richmond hill and i climbed the tree that lingered over concrete ground as well as part of the river. i dont really know why there was concrete there, but there was. alot of it, too.
it acted like some sort of filteration system for a stream of dirty ass water that smelled like flea feces. the trees were pretty at least . . .
regardless, i fell out of the tree and i landed on the concrete bruising and scraping my knee. i had to walk around the city yesterday from my agency to the eaton's centre to gay town with a bunch of band aids and one of those elastic-y sling things that you wrap around the wound for pressure. i'm out of it and COMPLETELY forget what they're called.
a brace!
...no, thats definately not it. it's something else.
whatever.
i still cant really walk but at least i didnt fall over the railing and land at the bottom of a fleight of stairs - sorry, you blimey bloke.
moving backwards - easter was fun. jesus is back and i ate so much damn food! i still dont get why us catholics who are so 'resourceful' and 'helpful' sit down together on easter and eat as many fucking animals as we can. even if there's no room.
cow and pig and lamb. more and more and more. sausaged or oven-roasted.
bbq'd.
i wont complain. it just seems a little contradictory. but then again, isnt all of christianity?
moving forward again - i need a mother fucking drink.
i think i'm going to be M.I.A from LJ again for a little while.
or not.
you'll have to wait and see.
call me every five minutes!
until then, CHEERS.
[purple]