Okay, I’m not going to pout over this week anymore.
I feel like butt shit fuck I think I have a fever probably from drinking all the alcohol in the house & doubling up on adderall every day & not sleeping & being around pee, puke & boogers all week.
I guess I’m not surprised. Please, make it Friday…
First my mind, now my body, too! I want this week to be erased from my memory as soon as it’s over.
And I think that’s pretty human. You don’t have to be an animal to act like a human.
I get grossed-out when I see my family members on “facechat”
I don’t know why. Also, I definitely never want to be a mom.
Baby sitting a 13 year-old boy, a 10 year old boy, & an 8 year old autistic boy & a big dog & a big house in the woods is a way bigger bite than I can chew.
Stupid hoe staged photo of my eyes matching this wall & me being Cruela Devil
Lately,
I’ve been constantly excited & nervous & it’s the best.
Despite having a lot of bad luck lately & really no bragging rights
all the very nice things have been out-weighing all the lousy ones
& that’s the first time I have said that in a very long time.
Today I have to go to the DMV to replace my ID because amongst
My wallet
My bed
My earphones
My bag
My iPod
& my trash which seemed to spontaneously burst into flames last night outside our building
it’s part of a collection of items that have been destroyed or lost this week & this week alone. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG, 2013? Also, I blame Sarah Bradley. Also, we might go to a psychic today & get matching belly button piercings because we love expensive jokes.
Busy dog sitting for a week! Her name is Zola & she’s part pit bull & part terrier & she’s adorable & I don’t want to give her back because she’s a great puppy & we’re the best team ever.
I need a dog.
THIS PICTURE OF ME IS SO DISTURBING BECAUSE I LOOK BROKEN & MY HEAD IS REALLY SO BIG.
Sitting in the wheelchair-chair in the living room drinking with Ben because he’s a prince & paid for my alcohol since I’m a sad little leech girl waiting for a paycheck.
We’re going to our friend Elyssa’s party later- she goes to SVA & they just had their last day of classes which means this is going to be an absurdly hilarious party full of college kids we don’t know because Ben & I are weird not-in-college-kids.
I was supposed to start making my holiday cards for folks today but I didn’t because I’m the worst & woke up at 2pm, but it’s okay because I’ve only slept like 15 hours since last Thursday.
Last night I dreamt I saw my friend Stephan & we enjoyed a really long hug & that was that.
Than I dreamt I walked into the apartment & there were all these girls who admitted to stealing our stuff & when I called the police on a neighbors phone, I came back to find they’d all started to kill themselves.
I have lots of dreams about watching people kill themselves.
My last dream was about Sharon Osbourne being a great motherly friend of mine & she was going to dye my hair a pretty red & give me horns of hair for christmas parties.
Why do I always move forward & immediately twice as far backward.
I hate you 2012 & I won’t be sad to see you go.
I’m still sick & I feel dizzy for no good reason & also overwhelmed & also relieved & also loved & also ungrateful & also like crying again
ISN’T LIFE S0 W31rd!?!?!?
Instead of reveling or brooding in all those feelings, I’m going to meet up with Matt in Bushwick to talk about his web comic that just got picked up by a publisher & is also awesome. I appreciate when people value my opinions on literature/comics & want my input.
The Man of Many Shades: Issue 1 www.themanofmanyshades.comThat was fantastic! Rainbow was a delight, from his emergence from the darkness at the dedication to his signature on the “Do Not Kill” card. Can’t wait for next issue.
there’s a weird link to the first issue if you want to read it. Matt looks just like “The Man of Many Shades” which I think is funny & delightful. It’s a very straightforward, almost hokey, almost noir plot/story. I hope you like it.
I need to start making myself more available to friends & people in general. It could totally be a quid pro quo kind of thing if only I wasn’t a stupid baby alcoholic hermit bitch.
