saying yikes is for dykes
These posts are really getting bad... What happened to the writing & the images? Yikes...Mr. Magoo
This is an example of a comment that a fucking annoying person leaves. My answer to your sweetheart question is that maybe I have been on vacation without internet. Maybe I was doing impersonations of the lofood shopper doll and I was too busy saying "gotta smoke?" to everyone to take the time to write. Maybe I am not really at all concerned with the quality of anything on this blog because 50% of my hits are just from people looking for pictures of this skelewhore anyway. Maybe I like driving down street with half a bologna sandwich on a classic cornell green flower patterned plate and I want to remember my mom asking me to lock the door so that no one steals our sandwich and I really don't give a shit wheather or not strangers find it interesting. Maybe I am bored of the medium. Maybe I am spending time with my four year old sister while I can. Maybe I am taking dollar store pregnancy tests with a woman who claims to be in labour for fun. Maybe I only get paid in dingbat comments and occasional creepy emails from dudes that are lonelier than me. Maybe I took pictures everyday for over year now and I am getting sick of it. Maybe I gained 20 lbs in one year and now I dont want to see anyone till I lose atleast 10. Maybe I am in an airport waiting for six hours and all I am thinking about is boring I hate airports thoughts about how I hate paying stupid departure fees because they cut into my overpriced airport beer fund. Maybe I am in a plane listening to Belladonna and watching the wing fly over clouds by moonlight and even tho I can't take a picture of it or express it eloquently, I am taking it in just for me. Maybe I drank a litre and half of wine and I have good sense not to write at all. Maybe I will give a prize to anyone who counts all those maybes but probably not.
p.s. There was a girl on plane from Montreal to Ottawa who used to live next door to me in Kharlottatown. It was a duplex and they were screw ups and so were we. Anyway, I didn't talk to her or her to me. We pretended we didn't reckognize eachother even tho I know she did because she kept kinda awkwardly avoiding my gaze. I think the reason that we did that was because 1) Nobody wants to be stuck in a small talk you can't escape and 2) We couldnt even make proper small talk on account of the drunken flowthru that used to exist between our houses; like hey remember that time I went over to your house cus I was trashed and people were playing Tetris and I broke the wine glass on our backporch and never cleaned it up and then your brother came over and tried to fuck me in the ass? hahaha! Good times! Hey I heard you stole all the landlords family antiques from the attic to pay for the rent! My roomates ended up kicking me outta there on account of the drunkeness even tho the house was in my name and I had to sleep on a foam in my moms house in a room full of gun racks and mounted fish and I totally wanted to kill myself and then the landlord wrote me a nasty email six months later cus they never paid the rent so I guess we both pissed him off eh? Well, I guess I'll see ya around! |
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