Friday, September 09, 2005
oh and ps i decided to buy super plus tampons for the first time and it's like pulling a sheep out of your vagina. awesome. i know i know about that divacup thing but i just can't get use to the idea of filling up a cup of blood and having to dump it out and put it back in again. don't forget i drink every nite of the week, periods including so i know that eventually i would be in a public washroom pouring the cup out and then i'd get blood all over myself. can you imagine some chick coming out of a bathroom with blood all over her pants and face and shirt.
hmm maybe i should do that.
my hands are fluorescent yellow from the turmeric powder, wonderful.
i just came back from the coffee shop and there were two little fucker kids in stollers having a conversation that sounded like this BRAAAAA HAHAHAH HAHA AAAAHHH SCREEEEEEEEECH BAM BAM AHHGHHHHHHHH AGH RAAAAAAAAAAAH BA BA BAB BAAAAbabababab and the girl is like what will it be and i say a medium coffee and a tranq dart gun.
i'm working on a script and i might have a job in a hair salon if i want it.
i haven't been a gay and posted any lyrics lately so there you go.
Haiti, mon pays,
wounded mother I'll never see.
Ma famille set me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.
Mes cousins jamais nes
hantent les nuits de Duvalier.
Rien n'arrete nos espirits.
Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see.
In the forest we are hiding,
unmarked graves where flowers grow.
Hear the soldiers angry yelling,
in the river we will go.
Tous les morts-nes forment une armee,
soon we will reclaim the earth.
All the tears and all the bodies
bring about our second birth.
Haiti, never free,
n'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme.
Tes enfants sont partis,
in those days their blood was still warm
i found a recipe for butter chicken from the internet yesterday so instead of going into toronto to make trouble and whore myself out to booze i decided to get a nice bottle of wine and be domesticated with fil instead. when fil got back from work he was in his typical annoy the fuck out of raymi mood wherein i say something and he repeats it back at me with attitude and says YOU..bla bla bla. for example:
raymi: come on lets go to the supermarket
fil: YOU go to the supermarket
raymi: i have the list
fil: YOU have the list
raymi: i KNOW i have the list that's what I SAID
fil: that's what YOU said
and then he plays the asking pointless questions game.
fil: what's that man doing? why is that woman carrying a bag? what does that sign mean? why is that man looking at us? why is that dog white? why is that guy wearing a hat?
raymi: WHY DO I WANT TO THROW MYSELF INTO TRAFFIC!??!
anyway, the food turned out wonderfully and then we watched road house. i've seen it a million times before but still it is the greatest film, it's suppose to be all serious and shit but everything is just silly. oh and there's a bunch of nudity and shitty fight scenes and jeff healey.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
the new sigur ros video is the most beautiful thing i know of right now. watch the whole thing.
anyway, i fed the cat because i am a sucker and now i have to go buy more tampons. the guys at the variety store must think i am on my period 365 days of the year.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
it felt like my ovaries were exploding from the inside out for awhile there but after several advils and vodka perriers i feel right as rain writing and writing my little story about depression and alcoholism and neurosis. i made this expired pizza and it fell apart and the dough just wouldn't cook and i wasted half a thing of goat cheese on it too.
we saw mr and mrs smith the other day and it is half terrible and i have never been so fucking annoyed before in a movie theatre and that's saying a lot because i am always annoyed to all fuck in movie theatres. this time a couple of fat kids kept going for soda refills and throughout the entire film you could hear one asshole eating popcorn and crinkling his bag like dude you figure 30 minutes into the movie people are done eating BUT NO this fucker is crinkling and chewing as loud as he can the entire fucking time. i kept fantasizing about different bitchy things to yell at him. ok i was seriously annoyed by him and i was maybe 6 rows away, you'd think everyone surrounding him would say something or at least make "i am annoyed right now at you" groans or something. if i was sitting beside him i would have leaned over and been all psss psss dude CAN YOU SHUT THE MOTHER FUCKING EFF UP OR AT LEAST CHEW QUIETLY AND PUT A HANDFUL OF POPCORN IN YOUR HANDS SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRINKLE AND RUSTLE THE BAG EVERYTIME YOU GO FOR MORE LIKE HOLY SHIT DUDE YOU MAKE ME WANT TO PUT CHLORINE IN MY EYES AND RIP ALL MY HAIR OUT ONE STRAND AT A TIME AND THEN GET HIT BY THREE TRANSPORT TRUCKS AND THEN WALK THROUGH FIRE AND BROKEN GLASS NAKED IN FRONT OF MY ENTIRE FAMILY!!!
and so on.
why the hell do they offer the loudest snack food at movie theatres anyway? why don't they give people bubble wrap while they're at it and maybe some pop rocks and hand grenades.
everytime these fat kids got up to leave their chairs made that loud clank clank swinging motion noise.
one of these days i'm gonna go postal, i just know it.
i fucking know it.
this is quite funny.