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Basically what's going on right now...
I'm getting drunk by myself at 3 am. And I'm watching old nazi propaganda videos with the volume off, listening to Iggy Pop.
And, I'm STILL glad I'm not bleeding from my cunt right now.
Sorry, that may or may not have been a bit too vulgar.
I'm also glad I'm not a preggo. I'm glad for a lot of things.
But anyway! My uncle LARRY came in tonight and bought me some new paint brushes, a caligrophy set, and a 6 pack of my favorite beer (Red Stripe!)
And, well, life has been good.
I went camping on a beach in Sooke last weekend. With no tent. One tarp. Two blankets between 6 people.
All things considered, It was actually fucking amazing.
At first I was like "Fuck, why am I in SOOKE on a cold, windy night!! /ANGER"
But the wiggers stole a shitload of food from Safeway, and we cooked weenies and smoked salmon sandwiches on our FUCKIN ROCKIN fire that we managed to build.
We 'slept' in this little beach hut made of logs and woodworms and shit. It was great, except for the whole not sleeping all night thing (obviously, once again), and that wigger grinding up against me all night. Browntown got pissed and went to go cry because she likes him and he was being an ass, but I explained to her in the morning that men suck, particularily that man and he's a wigger graffiti artist and he'd suck his own dick if he only could.
boooo
but yeah, great times.
I watched the sun rise, for the very first time in my life. It was beautiful, and I'll probbaly never really experience something so great again.
Saturday was Lydia's last night to really party before she leaves in like a fuckin week. Went to A.W.T and shit at Fernwood, she bought me a shirt that I have so cleverly made fit me and look ultra attraaactiivee.
Then, yeah, Justin/Jaymes, ect ect...errr, yeeaahhhh..ummm...hmmm. gooooooood. sooo. goood.
uhh Ate a bunch of pot brownie, ect. Which was a really BAD idea, as it always is. boo again.
My life really rocks. Except I'm depressed as fuck. And I still don't have a job.
Kevin thinks I can work at Ric's grill because he apparently gets 50 extra bucks if he recruits some poor scum to work there. Little does he know that I steal candy from their bowls, and their servers hit on my pants.
They hate me. But I can deal with that. Fuckin' restaurants.
I need a job that I can be slllloooowwww at.
I had an interview at Beacon Drive-in, but i doubt I'll be getting that.
Karmas been out to fucking get me lately. Seriously. It's not that I'm "being picky" or not getting out there enough, it's something else. Everyone is supposedly hiring, but no one is hiring ME.
bullshit, I tell you!
Maybe this is a sign that I should just fuckin be a starving artist and draw shit on the sidewalk like that guy downtown. But I guess that would require me to start art-ing up again.
I've been out of my old life for so long that I dont even know what I've become anymore. It feels like nothing, yet I'm sure it's something huge, that's actually building itself up for this big, strange finale.
I feel slightly unsettled by the fact I can't flee the country if I truely wanted to right now. My passport has officially run out, and I'm considering just waiting till October when this new rule takes effect that I can use jsut about anyone with a valid passport as a guarantor.
I can't believe my passport photos I paid 20 bucks for. I look like a fucking convict anyway. Why woudl anyone want to let me into their country after looking at my passport picture.
and, yeah. Pissing is good too.
PEACE
God I really miss that fuckking guy. The one who gave me so many butterflys that I was forced to punch myself in the stomach continuously to make them cease.
I'm getting drunk by myself at 3 am. And I'm watching old nazi propaganda videos with the volume off, listening to Iggy Pop.
And, I'm STILL glad I'm not bleeding from my cunt right now.
Sorry, that may or may not have been a bit too vulgar.
I'm also glad I'm not a preggo. I'm glad for a lot of things.
But anyway! My uncle LARRY came in tonight and bought me some new paint brushes, a caligrophy set, and a 6 pack of my favorite beer (Red Stripe!)
And, well, life has been good.
I went camping on a beach in Sooke last weekend. With no tent. One tarp. Two blankets between 6 people.
All things considered, It was actually fucking amazing.
At first I was like "Fuck, why am I in SOOKE on a cold, windy night!! /ANGER"
But the wiggers stole a shitload of food from Safeway, and we cooked weenies and smoked salmon sandwiches on our FUCKIN ROCKIN fire that we managed to build.
We 'slept' in this little beach hut made of logs and woodworms and shit. It was great, except for the whole not sleeping all night thing (obviously, once again), and that wigger grinding up against me all night. Browntown got pissed and went to go cry because she likes him and he was being an ass, but I explained to her in the morning that men suck, particularily that man and he's a wigger graffiti artist and he'd suck his own dick if he only could.
boooo
but yeah, great times.
I watched the sun rise, for the very first time in my life. It was beautiful, and I'll probbaly never really experience something so great again.
Saturday was Lydia's last night to really party before she leaves in like a fuckin week. Went to A.W.T and shit at Fernwood, she bought me a shirt that I have so cleverly made fit me and look ultra attraaactiivee.
Then, yeah, Justin/Jaymes, ect ect...errr, yeeaahhhh..ummm...hmmm. gooooooood. sooo. goood.
uhh Ate a bunch of pot brownie, ect. Which was a really BAD idea, as it always is. boo again.
My life really rocks. Except I'm depressed as fuck. And I still don't have a job.
Kevin thinks I can work at Ric's grill because he apparently gets 50 extra bucks if he recruits some poor scum to work there. Little does he know that I steal candy from their bowls, and their servers hit on my pants.
They hate me. But I can deal with that. Fuckin' restaurants.
I need a job that I can be slllloooowwww at.
I had an interview at Beacon Drive-in, but i doubt I'll be getting that.
Karmas been out to fucking get me lately. Seriously. It's not that I'm "being picky" or not getting out there enough, it's something else. Everyone is supposedly hiring, but no one is hiring ME.
bullshit, I tell you!
Maybe this is a sign that I should just fuckin be a starving artist and draw shit on the sidewalk like that guy downtown. But I guess that would require me to start art-ing up again.
I've been out of my old life for so long that I dont even know what I've become anymore. It feels like nothing, yet I'm sure it's something huge, that's actually building itself up for this big, strange finale.
I feel slightly unsettled by the fact I can't flee the country if I truely wanted to right now. My passport has officially run out, and I'm considering just waiting till October when this new rule takes effect that I can use jsut about anyone with a valid passport as a guarantor.
I can't believe my passport photos I paid 20 bucks for. I look like a fucking convict anyway. Why woudl anyone want to let me into their country after looking at my passport picture.
and, yeah. Pissing is good too.
PEACE
God I really miss that fuckking guy. The one who gave me so many butterflys that I was forced to punch myself in the stomach continuously to make them cease.