curbdrop out of grace

so one time i kidnapped and raped one of the boxcar children

i think falling in love is like falling for a cheap magic trick. you shouldn't be concerned about figuring out what just happened. just enjoy the show.

i really wish i didn't have back issues. playing indoor soccer doesn't help at all.

and billy's really brave for putting up. that's all i have to say.

tomorrow i'm going upnorth for the weekend with some cats. it'll be fun. but don't worry if you don't find any new postings for a few days. i'm (probably) not dead. everything should resume on monday with an avg of 6 posts per day.

and cammie just called me out for using the term "cats" in a messenger convo. and i told her it's in this blog posting too because it is. i don't lie much.

and i really don't use that term often, but tonite i feel it is necessary.

i hate it when people don't just confront you in person and have to write a lame email or letter or some other shit. i'm thinking of one particular person at the moment and one particular letter. it's so childish. and whatever the crap you have to say, whatever the point you have to make no longer seems valid and no longer holds strength because you couldn't say it to my face. bitch.

and apparently now i have to actually help design these damn t-shirts we're going to sell. i thought i was only going to help come up with the idea.

here's an idea for a t-shirt: child pornography: my anti-drug
on the back is a little boy and/or girl crying

i think using this laptop is detrimental to my back's health bar. i cannot seem to find any comfortable position.

i want to meet a girl who knows about chakras (sp?) and that will unleash and cultivate mine. i want to also find someone who can fix my back.

i've said it once and i'll say it again, i wonder what it'd be like to be boring. and it's not that my life is so interesting, but i think i am. and i'm not being un-modest. i just think it's a fact. so i wonder, what would it be like to be more ordinary.

and i was thinking this last few days and told missy, that when it comes to work with people relying on me, i'm super hardworking and extra responsible. however when no one relies on something and it's just a personal thing, i'm so lazy. like with my room. or my hair i guess.

and who the fuck is good at punting anyway?

i had kfc tonite for dinner before the game. damnit, that reminds me i left so mashed po's at goldbond's. don't get their sandwiches. they suck.

and the people at kfc, not talking about employees but the customers, are all so white trash. and so are people at the Rosa. i guess i'm always suprised to see so many in this area that is upper-middle class. but i guess michigan has a lot of fucks.

and speaking of white trash, it amazes me how ugly the avg person is. really. think about it. who is the ugliest person you know? maybe you can think of one specifically instantly. if so, congrats. but chances are, you just thought about 5+ people. and that's because there's so many out there that you would classify as the ugliest. and this makes me feel better because i'm at the minimum, above avg. and that's above avg in a caucasian world. in an asian world, i'm pretty hot. except the asian world sucks donkey kongs gorilla nuts.

did you see how much random crap and jumping from subject to subject i did? that's how my fucking brain works all the time. except when i'm on the shitter. that's the only pure moment of clarity i have. when i'm on the shitter, i only ever think about gorman's mom.

posted by fillshe @ 11:47 PM