I miss my best homie so badly. She thinks just like me and has a wonderfully random sense of humor. If you were her you would think she is awesome.
For instance, look at this email excerpt she sent me:
(also i have a deaethly fear of noisemakers, it has to do with this one time when the evil mayor of the town of Redemption forced me to cause my daddy uncomfortable eardrum trauma for several seconds thereby transforming the rest of my life into a search for....uh......redemption, in the form of 50 cent toys from 7-11. And for some reason there's been a bunch of black/white, capitalist/preacher morality permeating my consuming passion for revenge. And extraneous zooming. Yeah. So no noisemakers, unless you're someone I really, really need to annoy. Or you piss me off. Then, I'm a fucking badass in shades of sexy sexy sepia. The end. -- Wow that was a really long, nonsensical & referential digression. I should probably delete it, or else risk cinematic masturbation all over your computer screen. Aw fuck it. You needed some more smut. Close parentheses.......nnnnnnnnnnn...nnnnnnNow!)
Look, obscure references, nonsensical, and awesome. She's like my doppleganger. She is lame enough that she won't pose NAKED on the internet (even though I would pay good money to giggle) It makes me all warm & grumbly in my tummy oven to see how similar we are in writing style. And SEXING THINGS UP. But that is entirely different.
Let's see. I'm being a hermit. I didn't go out tonight and I'm not going to Belle & Sebastian tomorrow, even though I found 4th row tickets on TM. Because eh, I didn't want to spend $40 to go and sit by myself and watch depressed British blokes when I could create them out of fimo & active them myself in the comfort of my room. Y'know?
However, I went and saw Hedwig & the Angry Inch stage show last night to give support to my friend who's in the 'band'. (If anyone was there and was sexily intrigued by the grumpy looking girl in the front row with pigtails reading comics... uhm, that was me, as I'm sure you divined before the ellipses). Hit http://www.rainbowcarnage.org and check it out next time you're in LA.
If I haven't replied to your comment yet it's because I'm a small, worthless person. My karma is befucked and surely I will be reincarnated as a common... object.
I am very non-verbose feeling today. I hope you guys are all shocked and appalled. I'm running out of steam... five more days and I'm out of here, yo. I think misery fuels any modicum of creativity within me, which means that hopefully by this time next week I will be as inarticulate as this comical pet rock I have brought out to make a rhetorical point.
For instance, look at this email excerpt she sent me:
(also i have a deaethly fear of noisemakers, it has to do with this one time when the evil mayor of the town of Redemption forced me to cause my daddy uncomfortable eardrum trauma for several seconds thereby transforming the rest of my life into a search for....uh......redemption, in the form of 50 cent toys from 7-11. And for some reason there's been a bunch of black/white, capitalist/preacher morality permeating my consuming passion for revenge. And extraneous zooming. Yeah. So no noisemakers, unless you're someone I really, really need to annoy. Or you piss me off. Then, I'm a fucking badass in shades of sexy sexy sepia. The end. -- Wow that was a really long, nonsensical & referential digression. I should probably delete it, or else risk cinematic masturbation all over your computer screen. Aw fuck it. You needed some more smut. Close parentheses.......nnnnnnnnnnn...nnnnnnNow!)
Look, obscure references, nonsensical, and awesome. She's like my doppleganger. She is lame enough that she won't pose NAKED on the internet (even though I would pay good money to giggle) It makes me all warm & grumbly in my tummy oven to see how similar we are in writing style. And SEXING THINGS UP. But that is entirely different.
Let's see. I'm being a hermit. I didn't go out tonight and I'm not going to Belle & Sebastian tomorrow, even though I found 4th row tickets on TM. Because eh, I didn't want to spend $40 to go and sit by myself and watch depressed British blokes when I could create them out of fimo & active them myself in the comfort of my room. Y'know?
However, I went and saw Hedwig & the Angry Inch stage show last night to give support to my friend who's in the 'band'. (If anyone was there and was sexily intrigued by the grumpy looking girl in the front row with pigtails reading comics... uhm, that was me, as I'm sure you divined before the ellipses). Hit http://www.rainbowcarnage.org and check it out next time you're in LA.
If I haven't replied to your comment yet it's because I'm a small, worthless person. My karma is befucked and surely I will be reincarnated as a common... object.
I am very non-verbose feeling today. I hope you guys are all shocked and appalled. I'm running out of steam... five more days and I'm out of here, yo. I think misery fuels any modicum of creativity within me, which means that hopefully by this time next week I will be as inarticulate as this comical pet rock I have brought out to make a rhetorical point.
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lemonkid:
I have some really fun links in some music threads too..
stiles:
Where are you going?