i wonder if she's a ma-a-a-a-niac, m-a-a-a-a-niac on the floor? -jaime on pink legwarmers girl in los angeles
and now ladies and gentlemen, for your ADD/OCD pleasure, random spontaneity, or, things neither here nor there (which really means no where, basically):
- the crazy lady on the boardwalk called me a nig-let... what pray tell is a niglet?
-i must really look like a pot head now, cause since last friday night i've been asked once a day whether i'd like some bud, by guys randomly walking past me on the boardwalk.
-coffee = life ... and momma loves her crack.
-speaking of crack, what ever happened to that reality show about bobby brown and whitney. speaking of which, who fucking gives bobby brown his own reality tv show. he sang "it's my perrogative" people! what the fuck is wrong with you?!
-reality tv is now in it's 5th year boom. time to put it down for a nap now. why? blow out, kept, raising a hilton, stripsearch, gilligans island. need i continue?
-so any word on X3 yet? every scifi/anime/marvel junkie wants to see some phoenix kicking ass.
-i lost my sunglasses at albertsons 5 hours after i bought them. fucking albertson's customer's thieving asses... grrr... at least they had taste.
-energy is an amazing thing. resonant energy i should say. went to a movie screening of "breakfast at tiffany's" at an old hollywood cemetery that had a bunch of stars and movie people from earlier this century buried there, and on the wall of a 30 foot mausoleum, me ric and brianna, in a sea of hundreds of people, watched audrey hepburn at her finest, i cried at 'moon river' and i could swear when we walked into that cemetery that night, i could feel the energy of all those there, saying 'welcome.'
-brianna is funnier in different parts of los angeles(i believe it has to do with techtonic plates)(ric:"well you know how flexible jaimito is." bri:"noooo... i'm pretty sure you know more than i do."(she's also now got "comefuckmenowwwwWWWWmotherfucker!" hair.)
-i now know what a raid looks like.
-i forgot to bring my borrowed copy of harry pothead chapter 5 and now can't read the chapter 6. when did i become a prepubescent little girl?
-speaking of prepubescent little girl. i saw kelly clarkson in concert. i was the middle chair, front row center at her concert. she was literally, standing directly in front of me. i touched her hand. i love kelly clarkson.
-anonymous is the best clothing store in the world for men.
-i'm sometimes amazed at my cooking abilities.
-i miss austin.
-pigeons suck.
-pigeons need to die.
-hooray for lance, but i could really care less.
-london police shot the wrong man. has anyone else realized how paranoia is ruining all of our lives.
-president shithead is still... well a shithead. "i called to congratulate you on an amazing feat of human perserverence" or some pre written shit laden concoction like that. he called and said the same thing the past 3 years! come on people! it's time to get the shit-flinging-short-bus-belonging-entertained-by-his-own-voice-pronounciation-handicapped-"i'mgonnabombeveryonetomakemydaddyhappy-money-embezzling-agenda-pushing-right-wing-conservative-fuck-head-up-his-ass-so-far-hitler-wonders-how-he-did-it-ranch-owning-bigoted-christian-priest-raped-autistic-coke-snorting-buttfaced-miscreant-monkey-looking-special-ed-reject out of office.
that is all. enjoy your day.
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