dear ashley

for now on, instead of writing dear diary, or dear blog, i'm going to write "Dear ashley". all in honor of the little journal entry i left in her notebook yesterday. and when i do write my "dear ashley" entries, they will be entries with no point and will be completely random. you (the public) do not know what i wrote in her notebook, but it was sick and about global warming, cheese, wax figurines, armeggedon, and 2009.

dear ashley,
today i went to haledon with nora. you missed that, cause your loser ass got mono from exchanging mouthpieces with your fellow wrestlers. didn't your mother ever tell you to never share drinks with people? well, i know that my mother did, simply cause she's nuts. she also told me to never use public bathrooms, and my first encounter with a public bathroom was mortifying. i was in kindergarten, and i was scared to use the bathroom cause my mom had messed me up so badly so i had to be sent home cause i was "sick". all this happened just cause i wanted to pee. now i pee WHEREVER I WANT!
meaning; i pee in memorial field, i pee behind danpuz's garage, i pee at tamblyn, once brielle was afraid to pee alone on union ave so i peed with her, i pee with my friends, I PEED ON AMANDA. thats the truth, it wasn't sexual at all.
so tomorrow I'm going fish walking. I walk fish for a few people twice weekly. If you want me to walk your fish I will, but twice a week = $40, and three times a week = $60. Sorry, I'm just the most professional fish walker around. I throw them in my own personal circular fish bowl, filled with fiji water, only the best, give them prada bathrobes, and fancy feast fish food. Then for 40$ a week they get 30 minute walk arounds, to the most glorious places on earth. Kilimanjaro, Madagascar, Tibet, Grand Canyon, Alaska, you get the picture. If you'd like the "city package" that will cost a little more, I'll take your fish on a bike through new york city visiting china town, harlem, + all the biggest attractions. Maybe a little swim at coney island if he/she is up for it. Then a lunch at bungalow 8, with a few drinks as well. The only way fish can drink liquor though is through needles, so I hope if your fish is an alcoholic, that they won't have a problem handling needles.
Make sure you trust your fish. If your fish has been acting weird, stealing money, and has "alcohol needles", be careful, your fish might really be having a heroin problem, just keep an eye out for those symptoms cause fish rehabilitation clinics have increased their fees by 66% in recent months.
well ashley, i must go, I hope you consider buying a goldfish and allowing me to take walks with it. Just so that way I make money from doing absolutely nothing, and your ass will be broke.

$10,568,307

volume = valium

twelve stars

I can't believe that I had work today, really I can't get over it. We didn't close... NOTHING. The ramps to get there were closed, 17 was closed. When I was driving into my own personal hell, my brakes decided they didn't want to -oh i don't know- WORK. but i was going about 10 miles an hour, and i was in my car screaming, cause my brakes kinda gave out. i eventually stopped in a parking spot though, so all was well.
my mother is bothering me. I really can't stand that woman. Apparently it's my fault that the washer is broken. um, no really you bitch I didn't do it. She has this problem where things are never her fault, maybe it's cause she's a crazy, neurotic, obsessive compulsive psychopath? Yes, I think it is. I want to move out.
Saturday is a surprise party for a friend of mine. I'm making a cake. Or rather, cupcakes. They're better.
Tomorrow I have work.
again.
I hope the rain stops, I really hate it.
Tonight is Kyle's last night. She'll be back for her birthday though.
Big partee.
I took off for cinco de mayo (my brother's communion) and memorial day weekend today. I hope plans don't fall through and we actually go to the beach.
whatever
the end

silent shout

in a dream i lost my teeth again. calling me woman and half man. yes in a dream all my teeth fell out. a cracked smile and a silent shout. a cracked smile and a silent shout.


this weekend has been nuts.
i decided to stay in tonight after not sleeping at home for two nights in a row.
i've been running every day. becoming more motivated.
maybe by motivating myself to run, i'll also be able to train myself to be motivated with other things. aka. school work.
everything's passing by me so fast.
i've had so many good opportunities.
3:33 am
I bought two lottery tickets today. I lost on both of them.
I'm not asking for millions, just like 50 dollars. that would be really nice.
I really don't ask for a lot I don't think.
So, I think I've discovered the perfect male counterpart.
well, not who he is, but rather what I'd like in someone.
I'd like to find myself someone that will completely ignore me. I think I'm slightly masochistic, whatever. I'm very sick of clingy-smothering boys, nice boys, pseudo-intellectuals, dreamers, and worst of all..... boys that don't dance.
I went dancing last night, the dancing part was fun as always. Walking miles around Brooklyn in the cold + a dress wasn't so much. Two idiots tried bringing us to a 24-7 pizza place. One of them said everything was on him, so of course we'd all be cool with that. After walking a mile or so though, and discovering it was closed, I was kinda cranky. So while two of my friends were making out with the two idiots. I sat on the corner. (okay, they were not idiots, they actually nice).

good night humans.