So.........I saw a blind girl today. She tapped my ankle with her blind people's cane. She wasn't wearing sunglasses- instead, one eye was pinched shut and the other was WIDE open, as if it were struggling to see.

My favorite thing about painting people is painting their lips.

The other day someone placed the tiniest leather jacket in history on the hood of my tan station wagon. It was a real zipper that is remarkably huge for the jacket's size, but that's the only way its got to be. I'm not sure what went inside that jacket, or more mysteriously, where it came from. My dead great grandma could have placed that there ( Read more... )

I wish I was good at writing poetry.

I've just realized that I have been sitting at the computer for about an hour, listening to The Very Best of Marilyn Monroe and singing the entire album into an orange cup.

My brother took a picture of me sleeping. I saw it in the packet of photos that Walgreens had developed today. My mouth is hanging open and my lips look really dry. It also looks like I ate a red otter pop before I fell asleep ( Read more... )

I wrote two lengthy bitch entries in the past two weeks. None of them showed up though. I won't rewrite them. I can't recreate them. I'm listening to a Broken Social Scene song right now. Whenever I listen to it I think of the love of my life putting his hand around my neck as he sensually fucks me. My dad just fucking walked behind me when I typed ( Read more... )

Italian guys gross the fuck out of me. Oh shit. There are like 3 of them behind me and one just turned around and looked at my screen. He's wearing a tight black top and white see-through pants. A bartender and this random Italian guy macked me at a bar in Pompeii. The bar tender looked like the young guy in Queer Eye For the Straight Guy that ( Read more... )

I just ate some Rosemary crackers from the vending machine that Seth purchased on accident. The aftertaste is really sour and citrusesque, like the stuff the orthodontist sprays into your mouth when he put your brackets on. I hated when he did that shit. Your mouth would be dry and limey and your cheeks were held open by these plastic contraptions ( Read more... )

So I guess I'm in Italy. I mean it doesn't seem like it. Its like there's a constant green screen around me. Its looks like Italy, and I guess it smells like Italy, but it doens't feel like Italy. So my house is fucking at the bottom of the city so every morning I have to walk up this long ass ramp like Uma Therman did in Kill Bill Vol. II when she ( Read more... )