sorry this blog-ting is tearing my hair out from its black black roots. yatch like beeyatch will be learnding to play bass in her room anticipating the day "breaking hearts" will do yours since mine is already so. and princess blah blah blah is a really good song like melrose place is a really good show and reality bites is a homewrecker of a movie. those who vote for shitty go to comment box a. those who vote for crappy go to comment box b. its all fucking fecal to me.
Blog - 10:33 AM
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
overheard @ various points in the night: "i'm gonna be drunk, so drunk, at your wedding!", "girl what you give me, its pure gold. it makes me feel like i'm four years old. its outta control, its outta control.", "this party has too much fashion man!", "i really like your teeth", "you look like you should be in the quick" (fr. jon & luis pansy division), "it smells like a period in here!", "here have a flyer for my show-dj set-opening-auction of my soul", "i'm the dj.", "i'm the dj.", "i'm the dj.", "geez (i swear they said geez) there's like 20 djs here already but i'm supposed to spin..."
"my bands playing at bottom of the hill tomorrow"--girl w/ mustache (hey i didnt say it first) fr. veronica lipgloss
"oh yeah. i thought the bottom of the hill burned down."--boy who looks like he should be in the quick (who the hell are the quick?)
"yeah. yadda yadda."--veronica mustache sniffles.
those bathroom walls are flimsy but i was busy being wrapped in the shower curtains of plastic ecstacy. sf parties are weird like you boy that is not my boy. dont you see how much i am charmed by thee? would you rather be charming or mysterious?
tag, you are not husky. it was just the shifting of the truck bed and the fact that gabe looked so russian. what i like about blogging and ecriture in general is the artifice of it, how it makes the mundane blather of some drunk ambiguously sexed human beings appear comical, if only a little bit. that is also the beauty of your sexy bird, you too make the boring palatable, a few dribbling lines for a few ardent admirers to make it all okay. we all seek shelter under the edifice of words. since i have died from it, i thought i would not write anymore, but my multiplicitious, some might add duplicitous (well the nay sayers, they say nay) impulses have dragged me back. so although princess blog blog blog is dead, this is still the saddest blog that ever was. but now the helm will be manned by yatch, like in beeyatch. thats all folks.
HAPPY NOW?? i heard you wrote i was cumbersome...you mean like the song? you're tediously heartbreaking.
Blog - 2:29 PM
