I got a letter from Mario, I got a letter from Mario, I got a letter from Mario, yay yay yay yay yay!
He's alive! And he got the pictures! And he loves them! And me!
He will not die, and neither will Omar, or I will kill them.
Wait. That's kind of counterintuitive.
I hate daylight savings. Fall back... yeah! Into my bed! From exhaustion! Fuckers.
Fishbone was great, by the way. I need to go to concerts and shows and stuff more often. And stop being so goddamn asocial and anxious about talking to people I don't know or being in the presence of strangers.
Oh, oh! I watched What Not to Wear (on TLC, not BBC America)! Wayne is Byron. Except Byron has clean and short hair, is a ballet dancer, has caramel-toned skin, and is thinner. Yeah. But that's his voice and FACE. It's scary. I called him up tonight, and I told him on TV, and he hung up on me. Then he called me back, and he said, "You bitch." Then he hung up. And he called me back again and said, "I'm going to look like that in fifteen years, aren't I?" I confirmed that, but told him Wayne is really cute, and that I'd do him if he was into vag. Which he most certainly isn't. He's a total gaylord. Moreso than the queens on Room By Room on HGTV. I love that show, but those rooms are so fugly. They're Walmart rooms. With borders. I mean, ew. Borders are okay in bathrooms, and they can be stomachable in kitchens (my puns are abhorrent), but in the fucking BEDROOM? I love that show. It's The Gaylord Show, not Room By Room.
I have to remember not to eat Fritos. Fritos are 99.9% sodium. Eating the contents of a salt shaker would be more palatable. It's like McDonald's breakfasts. They look so good, and you see it on TV, and you say, "Yes, I would not say no to an Egg McMuffin and a hash patty." And then you eat it, and 20 minutes later you're on the toilet for an hour. It's not pretty or fun. Except Fritos don't make me run for the toilet, they make me run for the water bottle. I need more Figi water. I like that stuff.
Some of my entries will get shorter, because I won't be adding a million postscripts. I don't think there will be a single "in addendum" in future entries. This is so because of that lovely new blog feature. View me journal in blog format or SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES. Heh. I should probably stop talking like a Marvel supervillain. I'll get around to that. Maybe I can upgrade to talking like a DC supervillain. Those supervillains are smart.
He's alive! And he got the pictures! And he loves them! And me!
He will not die, and neither will Omar, or I will kill them.
Wait. That's kind of counterintuitive.
I hate daylight savings. Fall back... yeah! Into my bed! From exhaustion! Fuckers.
Fishbone was great, by the way. I need to go to concerts and shows and stuff more often. And stop being so goddamn asocial and anxious about talking to people I don't know or being in the presence of strangers.
Oh, oh! I watched What Not to Wear (on TLC, not BBC America)! Wayne is Byron. Except Byron has clean and short hair, is a ballet dancer, has caramel-toned skin, and is thinner. Yeah. But that's his voice and FACE. It's scary. I called him up tonight, and I told him on TV, and he hung up on me. Then he called me back, and he said, "You bitch." Then he hung up. And he called me back again and said, "I'm going to look like that in fifteen years, aren't I?" I confirmed that, but told him Wayne is really cute, and that I'd do him if he was into vag. Which he most certainly isn't. He's a total gaylord. Moreso than the queens on Room By Room on HGTV. I love that show, but those rooms are so fugly. They're Walmart rooms. With borders. I mean, ew. Borders are okay in bathrooms, and they can be stomachable in kitchens (my puns are abhorrent), but in the fucking BEDROOM? I love that show. It's The Gaylord Show, not Room By Room.
I have to remember not to eat Fritos. Fritos are 99.9% sodium. Eating the contents of a salt shaker would be more palatable. It's like McDonald's breakfasts. They look so good, and you see it on TV, and you say, "Yes, I would not say no to an Egg McMuffin and a hash patty." And then you eat it, and 20 minutes later you're on the toilet for an hour. It's not pretty or fun. Except Fritos don't make me run for the toilet, they make me run for the water bottle. I need more Figi water. I like that stuff.
Some of my entries will get shorter, because I won't be adding a million postscripts. I don't think there will be a single "in addendum" in future entries. This is so because of that lovely new blog feature. View me journal in blog format or SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES. Heh. I should probably stop talking like a Marvel supervillain. I'll get around to that. Maybe I can upgrade to talking like a DC supervillain. Those supervillains are smart.
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Drixoral makes me thirsty...but god is it worth it. I was SO HIGH on Drixoral today. I have to get some more serious downers soon. Valium, Ludes, whatever. Maybe I should just take 5 Drixoral...but then I'd be really parched. Or dead.
Glad to hear superMario is nosing around.