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two fat old jewish women walk into a concentration camp

i hate the goddamn michigan weather changes. they will be the death of me. i'm now sick because of it (and it has NOTHING to do with the fact i work at least 10 hours a day of intense-brain-drag-through-jagged-rock-garden-agony-fun/work).

oh and the abuse of sleeping like only 5 hours a day.

i'm not even THAT intensely sick at this moment, just on the verge of being so, so i'm trying to take care of my body.

ok enough of this.

so i just watched the movie "purple rose of cario" by woody allen. it's not a comedy. it was great though, although i guess the ending is a heartbreaker which i did not expect. but it really made me think about how life usually is, which is no new suprise to me, but it's wierd to see it in a movie when usually movies are an escape from reality and such.

i think johnny once commented on the movie "the perfect storm" as having the greatest ending of all time because george clooney along with all the other fucks all die in the end.

it's wierd. when i'm so busy, sometimes all i want to do is lay in bed all day and do nothing. and i think that laying there, even awake will just be a refreshing break from living. you know, just to rest my brain. but then when i'm sick, like right now, all i can think of is all the fun i'm missing by laying in bed all day/nite... or because i'm stupid and have this inability to not not not post something in my girly-girl diary.

i got a new phone and downloaded like 10 songs that billy called "polyphonic", which i think means "shitty". he then played a song he downloaded which was of mp3 quality. i was like, great, now i want to take my brand new phone and throw it out the closed window, goldbond style.

on sat, while hanging out in chicago with goldbond, seabiscuit, lizzy-poo, "mel-anie", and this alison girl who has no nickname, we played this drinking card game and we had the sweetest question, loaded questions style. the question was/is unlimited: "ways to die"

this was all caught on tape. good work gold-b. my favorite was "jerking off onto a sailor"

this random left me a comment on my blog. i went to her profile and she's from tennesee, which instantly reminds me of box, which instantly reminds me of cumstain.

by the way i slept on that futton but luckily, didn't blow my load.

i have a brand new roommate named abberoonie or abby. she spent the last 4 hours or so cleaning up my house. and i honestly feel terrible because i watched a movie and talked to yount during, although i really don't feel well and was laying in bed while doing both.

and it sucks when you're sick because doing anything cool like whale-hunting, masterbating, or drinking vitamin-c-rich orange juice isn't allowed. it's like suddenly, your body has gone all catholic and you're not allowed to do anything fun. damn you pope.

posted by fillshe @ 9:53 PM