Something i wrote over a year ago:
12:16pm 8/04
1 down...three to go
Comming home is a series of confrontations. First theres my mother....whom i love to pieces but can't for the life of me stand her blatent apathy toward to world. I muster streanght and join her on her pilgrimage to "Big Lots" and the "99 Cent" store. We arent just White Trash!! no no we are the fucking American Dream now that Bush has redefined it as ignorant consumerism in the face of an ecconomic Depression.I bought the most beautiful ugly dress ever for $2 at Thrift Town....It looks like something Marla would wear to a self help meeting. With a few Snips and ters...its awsome and i'm momentarily in grunge paridise.
I haven't really watched TV for 3 months....this becomes apparent when i sit down to it for the first time and become nausious, I'm not as amune as i used to be. My mother laughes at me as i yell at the TV for allowing the slogan "Start a Revolution...Buy a Chevey SUV" to be repeated at every possible comercial break. My stomach turns, in fact it does flip flops the way i'm sure Ghandi, Che, and others are spinning in there graves. But this is the least inovasive confrontation, its normal, I'm just not quite as numb to it any more. My father was no big deal, sex drugs and rock-en-roll....he bought me lunch and gave me speaches about relationships. He was a break from apathy, his big eyes bulge and look like there going to pop out at you if you so much as mention the current state of political affairs. With out knowing it for 10 years i enherited my deturmination from him. He laughes and shakes his head as i tell him of long time old loves (one of the 3 left to go) moving to Hippi capitols and "starting something".
"Been there..didnt do that he scoffs....its preaching to the freekin chior...its a means whith no ends" he exclaims...and i'm glad somebody else can get this upset over another persons wasted talents.He took me out in the first place because he noticed what was left of teary eyes. It was the first time this 6'4'' ex bouncer had to learn how to dry his daughters tears on his Jr. Godzilla-sized-T-shirt. he had accidentally interupted the 1st confrontation. Now he had to console the inevitable. I say so-far, so-good. cross our fingers and i'll end up with psycodelic fungus from #2, Green Fairy from #3(he actually wants to see me! crap!) and a Video camera to capture all our crazy adventures and wedding from #4.
12:16pm 8/04
1 down...three to go
Comming home is a series of confrontations. First theres my mother....whom i love to pieces but can't for the life of me stand her blatent apathy toward to world. I muster streanght and join her on her pilgrimage to "Big Lots" and the "99 Cent" store. We arent just White Trash!! no no we are the fucking American Dream now that Bush has redefined it as ignorant consumerism in the face of an ecconomic Depression.I bought the most beautiful ugly dress ever for $2 at Thrift Town....It looks like something Marla would wear to a self help meeting. With a few Snips and ters...its awsome and i'm momentarily in grunge paridise.
I haven't really watched TV for 3 months....this becomes apparent when i sit down to it for the first time and become nausious, I'm not as amune as i used to be. My mother laughes at me as i yell at the TV for allowing the slogan "Start a Revolution...Buy a Chevey SUV" to be repeated at every possible comercial break. My stomach turns, in fact it does flip flops the way i'm sure Ghandi, Che, and others are spinning in there graves. But this is the least inovasive confrontation, its normal, I'm just not quite as numb to it any more. My father was no big deal, sex drugs and rock-en-roll....he bought me lunch and gave me speaches about relationships. He was a break from apathy, his big eyes bulge and look like there going to pop out at you if you so much as mention the current state of political affairs. With out knowing it for 10 years i enherited my deturmination from him. He laughes and shakes his head as i tell him of long time old loves (one of the 3 left to go) moving to Hippi capitols and "starting something".
"Been there..didnt do that he scoffs....its preaching to the freekin chior...its a means whith no ends" he exclaims...and i'm glad somebody else can get this upset over another persons wasted talents.He took me out in the first place because he noticed what was left of teary eyes. It was the first time this 6'4'' ex bouncer had to learn how to dry his daughters tears on his Jr. Godzilla-sized-T-shirt. he had accidentally interupted the 1st confrontation. Now he had to console the inevitable. I say so-far, so-good. cross our fingers and i'll end up with psycodelic fungus from #2, Green Fairy from #3(he actually wants to see me! crap!) and a Video camera to capture all our crazy adventures and wedding from #4.
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ella:
what's up with this Armenia thing??? 
ella:
Come back girl!!! 