my personal life...awe yeah
(high on floor sealant)
on 3rd thought...wait, i need to check synonyms. on 3rd 'assessment', i was hoping yr response to be closer to "daniel, ya know, i agree and would like you to come over and apply yr lips to my vagina." but hey, that's just the faggot in me. maybe i should get some dolls too, but i get winded when having to blow those damned things up. something happened, not sure what...i wish the literature would explain that behavior. oh, as for mexico + austin, i say 'si'; i went and am.
on 4th 'conjecture', i realized today that i am not cut out to work at the dog salon (a life long dream). being around fumes all day can alter yr thought process, thus leading some to believe it is good to try yr hand at buying a professional-grade set of clippers and have it a go with yr poochie. i almost died laughing after my initial completion. crooked mohawk and the kookiest mane (a hint of mange) that would honestly not allow me to let her roam the 'hood as she usually does, due to fear of her being picked up as a wild hyiena...she looked like a dingo! trimmed her some more and removed the 'hawk, but she still looks wack. gonna give it another go tomorrow. i luv that dog.
on 5th 'supposition', i need some advice. so the next girl i meet, i was hoping to treat her like a piece of shit and see how that works. i've given up on the nice guy route and am in the process of leasing a corvette. maybe even frost my hair w/hilites. or i could get a hipster uniform...i need to ask bella where they sell those things. i guess i could get that wig surgically attached to my head, what a self-affirming thought.
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and this is where things actually begin to make sense + have an heir of importance.
on 6th 'notion' (it's not a thought, but i'm gonna keep the streak alive), this saturday is slip-n-slilde at the san pedro mansion. included in a 'free' admission is the ability to drink yrself into a coma, watching grown men act like cavemen, bbq, other random shit, and the idea of a tattoo stand, handing out the hottest in elbow-based accessories. on a sad note, it looks as though texecution will be playing moscow that day (or it's the fear of eviction, i don't sleep well in gutters)
on 7th 'reverie', i will continue with a ramble including my excitement to see 'jeru the damaja' at emos next week. did i mention i saw you on sixth after the bonnie prince billy show? i believe i heard you there too, some girl yelled 'oh my lord' in espaniol...but it didn't sound like you, thus furthering my current perplexed state. + so i'm 'calling out of context', trying to figure out my next move...or should there be a plan at all, planning + over thinking is dangerous. but my sf (lil') homies would appreciate a heads up + bella would love to see jay in nyc, but hey, it's all about me, isn't it. flights to germany are still making a brova think of taking up crack dealing to get a seat on a 747. did i tell u my aunt is in the hospital again for an episode, not sure what, but there's some psychosis going on, it's a bummer cause she's in state hands this time (last time she checked herself in, this time my grandmother had to call the ambulance)...and my grandmother made the bad decision of bringing my aunt's 11 yr old daughter to visit the next day...needless to say, she was a zombie + unrecognizable. chit, that took a downer of a turn. think happy thoughts, write em out, put them in ink on my behind. i've been listening to way too much electro clash the last 2 days, mostly adult and some felix da housecat...oh and italo-disco. i think i'm in the mood to move, went to 80s at elysium after disco hospital on sunday and got my gay on, dancing to pet shop boys' west end girl...pretty song. parrish is doing their thing on th 19th too, i believe i will be premiering my new asshole style that evening, i can't wait, fingers+toes crossed. i should really stop writing and finish this floors, it's kind of industrial look, but i love it, warts and all.
g's up, hoes down.
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