and she was like, “fuck Bush”
Here is writing for fun. As if I lived in my own apartment and nobody would ever see this. Funny that I am afraid to write. Cause, you know, god forbid somebody see it. I dont write, really, because Im lazy. And when I do write I write about how I dont write which, in actuality, is not really writing at all. I used to think I was more laid back than neurotic but now Im not so sure.
If I were to write fiction it might sound stupid. Or like this. Which is seemingly enough stupid. Fuck stupid. Im so tired of trying to not appear stupid. It probably makes me really weird to be around. There is no need to write down self revelations. You see, they are stupid.
Besides, Im writing fiction right now.
You can tell, right? Alright, so here is this.
Make believe that its fiction. Get it? Yes, yes. Been had, had it. I miss it.
Writing, that is. If you dont practice, it will go away.
I fell in love with weezer all over again a few days ago. Weve been hanging out ever since.
Right before the first chorus in say it aint so I get excited. Anxious. Excited how Jeffrey Dahmer got excited before he fucked corpses. Excited like your mom gets when Ross is having a 48 hour sale. Excited like I bet Rivers Cuomo gets right before he rips on that first chord in the chorus and its like infinity
Or something.
I started with a seven and seven and by the time they arrived we were ready for Irish car bombs. Previously I had deemed Irish car bombs frat boy bullshit but really I enjoy that dramatics of it. Plop a shot glass of half Baileys and half Jameson into a half a glass of Guiness and drink it as fast as you can. I always finish last.
Our previous plan of dinner and a movie was foiled by our self induced intoxication. So instead we sat around the table, dolled up for nothin, and talked about crap. Later we decided to check out this place called CounterCulture in downtown Phoenix which turned out to be pretty cool. We ordered coffee and sat outside and there were others of similar looks and gayness doing the same despite the late hour. It had been a while since we were out on a Friday night that was not restaurant related.
We returned to the apartment and some friends of B&Js decided to come over. It was a lesbian couple, go figure. Their names were Amy and Michelle. I know. One of them was a horribly beautiful black girl. She was tall and shaped and had flawless skin and high cheek bones and short, short, short curly hair. She spoke softly and had a nice smile. Her girlfriend was a much shorter, much stouter white girl with blonde hair in the middle and pink hair on the sides. She couldnt stop moving, or talking. She talked a fucking lot. She overused the word essentially. She used it sometimes in the wrong context. After a while I think she realized how much she was saying essentially and started saying in a sense instead.
At this time I was, essentially, pretty drunk.
And I guess, essentially, I still am.
if writing about self revelations is stupid than i am a fucking idiot.
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the way this entry is coded and HTMLed it seems either like you typed it in Word first or your TOD is extremely sophisticated
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essentially, you should write more
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whats with you and lesbian couples? yours is a republican State and mine is not; yet you meet all sorts of fucking fags. whats the deal, yo. whwhwhwhats the dillo dillo, whwhwhwhats the deal deal? heard that songs? it sucks.
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god dammit i fucked up that last note cause im fuckin stupid and i tried quoting some stupid band called MEST which sucks and it just ruined me 4ever so forget i even said anything
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dammit. the band is called MEST and the song is called like, “whats the dillio?” and thats what i was going for.
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maybe it is MESH. i dont care anymore at this point and i doubt you do, either. however there is a guitarist chick named Kaki King who rockz on the guitar and may catch your interest
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nono, it is mest. man those last notes were effing stupid. i blame the alcohol. the first one was the stupidest of them all as i got selfreflective in a note to you which should never be about ME but instead a response to what YOU wrote but i guess it proves my point real good. selfstuff isnt so stupid except when done in excess or in a note to someone else. there you go. apologies for be’n dumb
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heres some real notes to hopefully counteract ugly ones. this entry has a seemingly drunk edge. like, uh, drunk inhibitions and thoughtspawn brought upon by alkohal. what are you afraid of writing
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you could always do drugs to fight the neuroticism. but you already do. i guess this is the beginning of a long and steady decline tiward valium housewifery
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I never heard of Irish car bombs, I lead such a sheltered life. This was a delightful entry, though, made me wish I were a lesbian. Your myspace writing is really cool, too, really funny and edgy, damn, I forgot how good a writer you are because you haven’t been here much lately and I have a short attention span. Davo
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bailey’s is good, but I like guinness better, guinness is sweet but not in a fagotty way. Davo
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this was fiction? or friction? both are good. Davo
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who’s becoming a valium housewife, you or ambber? no mater, I think you’re both awesome (like the racetrack announcers say it, “AWWWWSUM”) You fucking owe her now, though, she just left you like eleventy-seven notes. but she was probably drunk on fo’tys. But still. Davo
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Oh mn, Weezer used to be my bsolute fvorite. Those chords right before they go in to the chorus of Sy it in’t So… get me every time. Power.
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