a duck is just a rat with feathers and wings and a beak and a few other differences, none of which are major
I wrote this thing last night about how I was talking with Evans about sandwiches that come in the spinny machine and how they inspired other dimension fantasies in me and he is of the mindset that most people are content to eat spinny sandwiches and only smart people are like ugh, this is fucking depressing. I dunno, I mean probably the smart thing to do would be would be to adopt a god grant me the serenity to accept spinny sandwiches and the courage to act like a normal person long enough to get laid, and the wisdom to ummm know that, I can get laid, but not by fantasizing about busting out to another dimension when I see the spinny sandwhich machine attitude about it.
I am waiting for Jess to call me. I am sort of all ready and I have my boots on because they are new and I want to get out of the house. Also me and my real grandson are in a fight and Oh my God when is roast night Nick? I am coming back to Ottawa and this time I will actually have something prepared to say and I can't wait.
Ugh I am printing off my entire blog lately so that I can just read it all and look for things that make me laugh. I was hanging out with paper and glue for probably 5 hours the other day and it made me feel like a teenager again because all I used to do was write weird letters with all these games and jokes inside them and make my zine and make this collage book thing that I guess was sort of like a blog but more of teenager version of an art style one. I was crazy for that book I took it with me everywhere and then when I lived in a tent one summer it got all wet and some pages got moldy. I think I was pretty sad about it at the time but afterwards I just felt like, ugh what is this anyway? is this a short poem about my trashy ex boyfriend that is supposed to be all magical and meaningful? yes I think it is. God being a teenager is so dumb.
My hair smells really good. I should be making a flash animation that is due next week but I am lazy and it just seems like so much work. |
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