every time I walk into a church all I can think is wow what a great apartment this would make
I stayed true to my word and didnt get drunk or anything tonight. Somebody give me a dollar. YO. I deserve it. Actually I deserve about ten million dollars but even tho I telepathically told God that if he hooks me up I will totally do good works and give it to charity he still hasn't decided to fork over the cash. You know what's funny about bargaining with God for money and saying like Oh come on, I will give it to charity is that if there was a cash god and he wanted charities to have money why would he have to use you as go between, you'd think he'd have direct deposit powers.
The other day I was noticing those bricks and for some reason I was like OH MY GOD! I never really noticed those bricks before! and I wanted to take their picture right away but I didnt have my camera and went back and took a picture of them and I wanted to paint them and I wanted express all this stuff about the bricks and how I never really noticed them. I was like on the verge of crying about it. Wow, if you had any doubt that I am mentally retarded that should be your proof right there. Profound brick noticing is always a sure sign of madness.
Also there is this one grate by my house, a grate in the pavement, sewage grate? is that what it's called? Anyway it is kinda a particularly noisy one. You can always hear the water below when you approach it and it sounds to me like a sound effect in a video game or something. Every time I pass it I am like whoa I am in video game world. That's been going on for about 6 years I think. Only that one grate and no other grate in the whole world and now I think about how I think about the grate and it's a big retarded circle of exhaustingly stupid thoughts.
I had a dream last night. Actually I had a bunch. Anyway part of one dream was that I was in a furniture and housewares type store, I was supposed to find Amanda somewhere but it was like a maze of show living rooms I kept thinking wow I want a house that is a maze of show living rooms and now I am awake and I still do. You could pretend that you have a million different lifestyles, like they wouldn't all be like show room living rooms. You could also have living rooms that look more like the poverty living rooms I'm used to hanging in. You know with that orange and brown floral couch? Actually I dunno if I ever really hung out anywhere with that couch a lot. Not cus I'm classy, just by coincidence. Anyway if you see the cash God tell him that my amazing idea of living room mazes is a wonderfully creative idea totally worthy of him granting me the funds to make it happen and that I will do a good deed and way overpay poor people to buy their poverty couches.
I think I am gonna go to Russia on a tour in the next year. Who is my friend that wants to come? Maybe I should just go generally europe instead. I kinda wouldn't want to go to Russia so much alone. I need to make this paragraph longer to balance out all the phtots but I have nothing further to say about so now I will write some letters. qgwifhgih fhirhsdhfhwefkjhsf ilijfslfhsfhkjshfskhf sdfkhksh efdh aeufdo eij oiej jljd liea lwehf refgoqwer fghnewoi hfc, csaoij d ljeoifj wsijf eoidf eoijdflkj dsal; ip kejew[.
Good One. I should start doing that every day and see if people still read this shit.
Oh my god. Did anyone notice what a totally amazing artist I am? I did. I think it's funny to tell people I am an artist. Soon I will also say yes I am a comedienne and photographer and accessory company owner and also most likely genius and people will hush hush about how I am mental and conceited. They will be right but they will not be genius artists so the jokes on them.
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