People who use the phrase “making art”.
- I’m kinda sick
- Computer is still busted
- I’ve done nothing but eat, sleep and read
- Beans are so damn good
Without Titties There Is No Paradise
Um, hellloooo…it’s not like you had a chance before any of this happened. Sucker.
My bullshit stupid mother fucking computer decided today was a great day to die. I am now stuck in a third workd country with no fucking computer for the next 8 days.
On the bright side, I raked in enough money in presents to buy a brand new computer. So the timing was good. I guess. I mean, if I HAD to come up with a positive out of this nightmare, then I suppose that would be it.
Yeah, I’m gonna go eat my sorrows away. See ya in 2011.
All my conservative Nicaraguan cousins are gonna think I’m a whore with a hickey.
But I just need to point out that the people heading to Miami on the 545am flight from JFK are very different from the people heading to Miami on the 130pm flight from LGA. Very different.
On top of everything—my concussion, my cancelled flight, me rescheduled flight at 5 motherfuckingAM—I wake up at 3 am to rush to the airport and I get my god damn period.
So now, to get to Miami to make a connection to Nicaragua and get there before Christmas, I need to get on a plane at 545am from JFK.
And then sit in the Miami airport for 6 mother fucking hours.
With a concussion.
I’m going to cry.
Packing. My head hurts too much to pack effectively. I’m taking a giant suitcase filled with clothes I probably can’t make one outfit out of.
Also, he has tattoos covering his entire body. Even his ass. I know because he showed me. In the middle of a bar.
The chick upstairs hammering. Non fucking stop. I’m starting to wonder if she builds furniture for a living.
The girl in the office next door to me is listening to what appears to be the Christina Aguilera Christmas album, on full fucking blast.
If your taste is so bad that you can’t even choose nice things to brand your body with, you shouldn’t brand your body at all. Oh, and get new shoes.
And I’m in the clear to fly to Nicaragua after my retarded fucking head injury. What a nightmare, but hey, at least I walked away with a bottle of Vicodin!
On the porcelain part of the towel holder, and now I got a big ol’ painful lump on my forehead. It hurt so bad that I felt it in my damn face and had to immediately sit down to collect myself.
UPDATE: What if I have a concussion? I feel funny.
It’s not. Just go watch it.
Loved it. It truly had everything—laughs, tears, suspense. Christian Bale, Mark Wahlberg and Amy Adams were all amazing.
Keep your god damn mother fucking voice down. I’m trying to relax.
No, I don’t want to eat some crap you made at your dirty ass cat hair infested house.