last night, i took my favorite person to see John Waters for her birthday. he was speaking about his Role Models. it was fucking hilarious. we had to be the only people there under 30.. and older than 15. we laughed when no one else laughed and smiled like freaks thru the whole thing. HIS favorite bar is OUR favorite bar. then, i bought his book and we stood in line to meet him. AND GUESS FUCKING WHAT!
he said "you girls look great"
and now, there is nothing left in the world to look forward to.
John Waters telling us we look great, is like Karl Lagerfeld telling one a you assholes you look great.
the last pictures are us - duh. smiling and dying cuz we were high from meeting Mr. Waters. erin said she never knew what people were talking about.. in like books. when they talk about falling in love.. the high. the weightlessness and blah blah... till she met John Waters. my hands shook thru the whole thing.
so, i got busted a while back. like two years a while. and i never paid. nothing. nope, never.
cuz i'm bad? yeah baby, i'm baaaaad.
now! i'm shitty bloody and crying piss over it. are they gonna show up and take me away?
fuck if i know. shit. anyone know what i can do? beside DIE from suicide?
anyways, i watched Cry-Baby last night.
when i was a youngin' i made my Ma rent it for me every time i got to pick what movie we rented. i love love loved it. had some very confused feeling as to who i wanted to be. i knew i loved hatchet face the most. but the blondie with the bangs was the hottest. i also wanted to be Mrs. Rickets. never the square - that's for sure. yeah so. fuck jail - fuck shit - don't i look like the porno chick?
ok, i'm going to cry in the bathroom and beat myself.
LISTEN TO THEM and it's driving me outta my head. i'm fucking obsessed with Die Antwoord. my ears have been trying to bust nuts for two weeks! i just can't get enough of this shit. i found them on the interwebs - saw their picture, shat a house, then looked them up on youtube. now, i can't listen to anything else, watch anything else, or please myself to anything else. their album comes out soon.. i dont know when. they are playing in LA soon, i might take my fat ass dwon there for it. yes. that is how fucking SRPUNG i am on their shit.
obviously, i am in love with Yolandi look at her, and she puts her butt on stuff.
i have a broken cap in my tooth. its pokey and hurty and gross. i owe my dentist money from a year ago. was just sittin' around, almost puking and almost committing suicide - due to alcohol consumption - thinkin' bout how i might need to get that thing fixed. then i saw this.
one of these days i am going to get fired for exposing myself in the work place. it was about 8:10am this morning. and damn it. i wanted to see some boob. no one was at work yet.. so you know. suck it, squares. this is what i wore today. my zep tee, pants and the world's grooviest FUCKING shoes. no one has ever or will ever get to groove this hard. so bayyyyd. "i'm going to be a spice girl forever" working on a sick post about all my groovy kicks. keeps your balls peeled.
fuck shit and eat bones. i am going away.. for like ten hot ones. when i'm back - this bitch will have a new look. this bitch is oh shit. hold your breath and suck toes till then.
..... OKAY now i'm back. that was boring and stupid. i probably did that the hardest, longest and dumbest way to have done that. so, here i am. almost done shippin' and shappin' this bitch.