WHAT I WOKE UP TO
andy ryan foord Sent : December 10, 2005 5:29:38 AM To : afacelikemurder@hotmail.com Subject : It's a heart parade, just be courageous..
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Inbox Pretty much the only thing that would be good right now, is Bob Paul, Dylan Simon, Kara Field, and you listening to my random banter, because right now, that's all I am. I am a random. And it's 4:18 in the morning right now. Matt Hebert is in my room, and he's out of control. Tony and Jordan are drunk, and sleeping in my basement. I am typing SO GOOD! And Listening to Broken Social Scene. This is pretty great. I think Matt is now watching Infomercials! I LOVE INFOMERCIALS!!!! I should probably go and clean my house right now, but I just don't feel up to the task of cleaning up after the monsters that were WAY TOO out of control in my house tonight! FUCKING MONSTERS KARA! THE LIGHTS MUST STAY ON!!!!!!!!!!! ALL TIMES! GO! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!! Best thing I have ever done in my life.
Matt and I just went downstairs and cranked the TV on channel 6 which is making nothing but this annoying sound, and TONY AND JABE FUCKING HATED IT! HAHA It's 4:26 am! This house is the new fear and loathing. WOW! THE FUCKING!!!!!! "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU YOU DOING MATT!" He keeps talking about Jonny Cash. And saying "Hi, I'm Jonny Cash" MATT FUCKED UP THE AUTHENTICITY! YOU FUCKER MATT! This is authentic Kara. THE LIGHTS HAVE TO STAY ON!!!!!!! I Look like a lion, and I want to and some day are going to be drawn as a lion, by those people who draw disney cartoons. When we go to New York, we'll find someone who can draw me as a lion. My attention span, and my train of thought has gone completely out the window! And the window is smashed. I am extremely proud of my bed, and I think it may be the comfiest bed ever! Everyone thinks this about there own. But mine holds it down so hard! Broken Social Scene. Skipping? NO!!!!!!! I look how I look now, I never looked this way before. Just so you know.. Pictures mean nothing. I look new. Or old, or something.. But atleast now I know what I look like. 4:50am.. I just chill. That's all I am. I also like to think that you and I as a team can make alot of people pretty jealous. I live for making people jealous. And informercials.. I'm going to be in a studio audience for an informercial someday. But I won't eat anything, cause that's just sick! MAYBE IN NEW YORK! CITY! Everything can happen in New York. I just decided right now! That if I am living on my own, and not married, or have children, I am going to live in New York City. And just chill. I haven't even been there yet, but i've made up my mind. My mind. This is the it! I STILL HAVEN"T TAKEN THE DRINK I WANTED WHAT SEEMS LIKE 30 HOURS AGO! I also wanted to really brush my teeth. There goes the attention span. Woo! 5:06. My tummy hurts. Tonight Brock and I ate boston pizza, and we got seated at the same table that WE sat at! And I talked about us. And maybe sometime soon you can hear me talk about Brock. Because I pretty much just love that kid. WHY ISN'T THE SUN UP!!!!! I love the dark, but the sun is missing. THE LIGHTS MUST STAY ON!. ALL TIMES! GOOO!!!!!
"Grow old and do some shit" Fuck me. I get paid to miss the day. FUCK! I want the day back. I want to go skating, IN NEW YORK! On the rink you find in Serendipity. I have to do the dishes, and so much shit to do! I don't even have clean clothes.. I am such a shitty kid. The mirror! THE FISHTANK IS DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY! I AM A TROOPER! That's all. And I Bob Paul, he's trooper aswell. protest the world! I'm keeping the beard, and the hair. And I'm going to continue being shitty until I move. Everyone can remember me as the shittiest dude in Moose Jaw. I'm not even showering tomorrow. I am going. LIGHTS! ON ALWAYS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've yawned about 300 times tonight, but i'm not about to go to sleep. I'll wait till I hit that nice cozy van bed. Now that I figure it is going to take me awhile to clean this house, and i'd like to do it while everyone is still sleeping. This is my chance. This is my goodbye. I'll see you on perhaps Sunday night, maybe Monday.. Sometime soon. That's for sure.
Goodnight Kara.
PS. We're tight. Fucking tight!