I am doing some cleaning, because my sister Kelly is coming to town in a few weeks. While cleaning, I keep coming across scrap pieces of paper that I want to throw away, but I don't want to lose the writings on said scraps. So I'm posting them here, as they surface. Forgive all the entries that are sure to follow. Most are from when I am schizo and needing to write something down.
"I can't accomplish this. Pube men don't exist. As much as I do (or don't) want them to, they do not exist." Date: unknown
I've got no idea when or why I wrote this.
Here is another thing I found while cleaning:
"Hi Kat, I don't know if you gonna hear my message but uh...you fuck me up at the doctors. I'm uh, I'm gonna fuck you up, too. Watch your ass, motherfucker!!" Date: Sometime after my car accident in early 2001.
This is something I wrote down, word for word, that I got off of my answering machine. The person leaving it was a very angry hatian. You see, after my car accident, I had to get myself to the doctors office four times a week. Now, since I didn't have a car anymore and was scared to drive, the doctor provided transportation...which was this hatian dude with a DIRTYass small Toyota something-or-other. One day, without the doctors knowledge, he asked me if I could skip the next appointment -- basically said there was something he had to do. I told him no, I could not skip my appointment, and that the doctor was his employer, not me -- if he wanted the day off, he should have talked to his employer about it. Plenty of times the doctor has arranged for a cab instead of this fucker, so I don't know why he ever came to me with this shit. Anyways, that pissed him off, and he drove like a fucking maniac on his way to dropping me off at my apartment. He ran a red light and nearly got into an accident twice. So I screamed at him to let me the fuck out, called a cab, and took that the rest of the way home. I mean, I was just in an accident and this fucker was pulling this shit, because he didn't have the balls to ask his employer for a day off. So, as soon as I got home, I screamed on the doctor and told him what happened, and that there was no goddamn way I was getting into a car with this assfucker again.
The doctor fired him, he left me a voice message.
My mother lent me a gun, and I had it loaded in my room, ready for him. He never came for me. Three weeks later, I moved to Madison.
Then I put a blog on my website, sampled his voicemail message, and held a contest saying to make the sample into techno. 30 entries came in, so for an entire month, I called his house and left him a new techno song on his voicemail.
I still wish I could have blown his fucking brains out, though. Goddamn fucker.
"I can't accomplish this. Pube men don't exist. As much as I do (or don't) want them to, they do not exist." Date: unknown
I've got no idea when or why I wrote this.
Here is another thing I found while cleaning:
"Hi Kat, I don't know if you gonna hear my message but uh...you fuck me up at the doctors. I'm uh, I'm gonna fuck you up, too. Watch your ass, motherfucker!!" Date: Sometime after my car accident in early 2001.
This is something I wrote down, word for word, that I got off of my answering machine. The person leaving it was a very angry hatian. You see, after my car accident, I had to get myself to the doctors office four times a week. Now, since I didn't have a car anymore and was scared to drive, the doctor provided transportation...which was this hatian dude with a DIRTYass small Toyota something-or-other. One day, without the doctors knowledge, he asked me if I could skip the next appointment -- basically said there was something he had to do. I told him no, I could not skip my appointment, and that the doctor was his employer, not me -- if he wanted the day off, he should have talked to his employer about it. Plenty of times the doctor has arranged for a cab instead of this fucker, so I don't know why he ever came to me with this shit. Anyways, that pissed him off, and he drove like a fucking maniac on his way to dropping me off at my apartment. He ran a red light and nearly got into an accident twice. So I screamed at him to let me the fuck out, called a cab, and took that the rest of the way home. I mean, I was just in an accident and this fucker was pulling this shit, because he didn't have the balls to ask his employer for a day off. So, as soon as I got home, I screamed on the doctor and told him what happened, and that there was no goddamn way I was getting into a car with this assfucker again.
The doctor fired him, he left me a voice message.
My mother lent me a gun, and I had it loaded in my room, ready for him. He never came for me. Three weeks later, I moved to Madison.
Then I put a blog on my website, sampled his voicemail message, and held a contest saying to make the sample into techno. 30 entries came in, so for an entire month, I called his house and left him a new techno song on his voicemail.
I still wish I could have blown his fucking brains out, though. Goddamn fucker.