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| Xanga is such a gateway drug. I'm considering starting up my myspace again. And what about this facebook thing? I know I'm not, but I wonder if I'm missing out. Maybe I'm just thinking about it now that my phone is broken and I have no way whatsoever to communicate with anyone. At least I know that I will never ever twitter. Fuck that!
Anyway, today is my day off. I woke up around eight this morning and heard rain, so I forced myself to get out of bed and enjoy it. I watched it through my balcony window for a while, then I watched Basquiat. It's a pretty perfect film for rainy weather. I was going to get my hair cut today, but Lil C reminded me before he went to work that most facilities for such a service are closed on Mondays. So...I guess I'm just going to get drunk all day and create a myspace. And pet my cat. And doodle in my old journal that I found. And eat the cookies I made this morning. And go upstairs and visit my neighbors. And so on. And so forth.
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| I get to see one of my best friends of all time in one month. I haven't seen him in damn near three years. I am one happy mother fucker.
I love Mikey Taton!
-Mary
P.S. - Try not to laugh. Fuck how good of a person you are.
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| Lately I've really taken to getting drunk while watching this show called Intervention. As you can imagine, each episode is about an addict of some sort who sort of gets tricked into attending their own intervention. I need an intervention for being addicted to this show!
The reason I like it so much, I think, is that all of these motherfuckers are sooooo far gone and sooooo selfish, depending on their families and sugar daddies for drug money, places to live, food, etc. All these motherfuckers are so mean to their parents and they ALWAYS blame their addictions on them. It's totally stupid. It makes me feel better about how I handle my own addiction. Cheers!
Anyway, one of the episodes is about a girl named Allison who is crazy for air duster. No joke, bitch huffs like ten cans of the shit a day. And this is a grown ass woman with a college degree! Hahaha, it's the most hilarious thing ever, I suggest looking it up on youtube.
Appropos my previous blog, I'm sorry grammar. I was drunk.
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| Tonight I watched Kat Williams and got drunk. Then I played in the gutter rain and took a shower. Then I watched more Kat Williams and got more drunk. Welcome to the best night you never thought of thinking of. And I hate ending sentences in prepositions, but that was completely perfect.
Goodnight, grammar, you ignorant motherfucker.
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| Today was deliciously disgusting for me. I woke up at nine, talked to Flood, then passed back out until noon. I slept in my friend Fahad's bed, upstairs from my own apartment. Fahad is back home, which is Saudi Arabia for him, and his bed kicks my bed's ass. After rolling around in what felt like a cloud reeking of afro, I went to the living room to see what Papa Ib was up to. We ordered a pizza and ate pot cookies while waiting for it to arrive.
Needless to say, these actions led to a cross-eyed afternoon and evening on the couch, flipping between the Food Network and Comedy Central while Ib fed me homemade fried rice between his Arabic internet conversations.
Finally I made my way off the couch at eleven thirty this evening, out of apartment 621, and downstairs to my own, 620. I debated driving to the complex's office to drop of this month's rent check, then realized how utterly lazy I am when I'm sober.
After my brief and refreshing walk, I came home to consider going to the bar with myself so that I can actually sleep tonight. I'm still kind of considering it...
Eat shit, it's my day off.
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