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ohhhhh today we went to the vegan deli and had all you can eat pizza! you ever had a cheeseburger pizza? it was really weird at first but now i cannot stop thinking about how much i want some more. kind of like those pickle chips. this could be deadly.
and lynn marie, your strawberry shortcake muffins were de. fucking. licious.
what do i have to do to get people to stop honking at me on the fucking street? wear a sack cloth and ashes? i know that sounds like a stupid thing to complain about but really, i was wearing a wife beater and brandon's old nasty trainhopping shorts and you'd think i was in a bikini. i hate when people do that so much. it's incredibly dumb. what do you think honking or whistling or shouting is really going to accomplish? you think that i'm gonna just fall down and spread 'em right there on the street because you yelled something unintelligible [and most likely insipid] out the car window? some day i'm going to walk over to your car and pretend to be interested and then just grab your head and slam it on the steering wheel. i don't care if i go to jail it will be worth it.
so much painting to be done tomorrow! ah! also tonight i tried walking back down the railroad tracks to get home so i didn't have to walk through the graveyard after dark (i feel like i must be building up bad karma or something by doing that constantly) but it ended up being even spookier because there's like this 50 yard tunnel you have to walk through, and i got so scared i just climbed up the hill to get into the graveyard instead and i had to walk over a bunch of graves and the only point of this is to say goodbye, i probably love you, if the ghosts come to get me tonight.
and lynn marie, your strawberry shortcake muffins were de. fucking. licious.
what do i have to do to get people to stop honking at me on the fucking street? wear a sack cloth and ashes? i know that sounds like a stupid thing to complain about but really, i was wearing a wife beater and brandon's old nasty trainhopping shorts and you'd think i was in a bikini. i hate when people do that so much. it's incredibly dumb. what do you think honking or whistling or shouting is really going to accomplish? you think that i'm gonna just fall down and spread 'em right there on the street because you yelled something unintelligible [and most likely insipid] out the car window? some day i'm going to walk over to your car and pretend to be interested and then just grab your head and slam it on the steering wheel. i don't care if i go to jail it will be worth it.
so much painting to be done tomorrow! ah! also tonight i tried walking back down the railroad tracks to get home so i didn't have to walk through the graveyard after dark (i feel like i must be building up bad karma or something by doing that constantly) but it ended up being even spookier because there's like this 50 yard tunnel you have to walk through, and i got so scared i just climbed up the hill to get into the graveyard instead and i had to walk over a bunch of graves and the only point of this is to say goodbye, i probably love you, if the ghosts come to get me tonight.