you're so famous
it must be nice to be FAMOUS!
yesterday i went to this party and i was so bored i drank beer.
yesterday i went to this party and i was so tired i fell asleep on a table.
yesterday i went to this party and this guy named tiko fell in love with mandy. he thought we were famous or something. he also thought we were s e x x x a y.
i wrote down everything he was saying because i was bored and tired and sad.
also because i am a journalist.
one time i ate a bunch of mystery pills and i was up for like three days. towards the end i was staring at the ceiling wondering why i couldn't form a coherent thought. i was with somebody but i wasn't and then the next scene was like that one in permenant midnight. i don't know which one. the sad one. then i smoked like three packs of cigarettes and wanted to die. then i slept for like 30 hours. while i was sleeping xani bar called and was like where the fuck are you, i've been sitting on my porch waiting for you for like 4o minutes, and i told her i'd be right there and then i went back to sleep. we didn't talk for like two years after that.
i feel like that today.
this is what i look like when i'm sad and dirty.
probably someone should just come over here and dump a bucket of freezing cold water over my head. then they could just smash the bucket on my head and hit it a few times like a bell or something. then when it was over i could shake my hair around and they could tell me something funny and i wouldn't feel so bad. maybe after the water they could throw some confetti on me and it would stick all over my wet head.
it would fill me with euphoria.
yesterday i went to this party and i was so bored i drank beer.
yesterday i went to this party and i was so tired i fell asleep on a table.
yesterday i went to this party and this guy named tiko fell in love with mandy. he thought we were famous or something. he also thought we were s e x x x a y.
i wrote down everything he was saying because i was bored and tired and sad.
also because i am a journalist.
one time i ate a bunch of mystery pills and i was up for like three days. towards the end i was staring at the ceiling wondering why i couldn't form a coherent thought. i was with somebody but i wasn't and then the next scene was like that one in permenant midnight. i don't know which one. the sad one. then i smoked like three packs of cigarettes and wanted to die. then i slept for like 30 hours. while i was sleeping xani bar called and was like where the fuck are you, i've been sitting on my porch waiting for you for like 4o minutes, and i told her i'd be right there and then i went back to sleep. we didn't talk for like two years after that.
i feel like that today.
this is what i look like when i'm sad and dirty.
probably someone should just come over here and dump a bucket of freezing cold water over my head. then they could just smash the bucket on my head and hit it a few times like a bell or something. then when it was over i could shake my hair around and they could tell me something funny and i wouldn't feel so bad. maybe after the water they could throw some confetti on me and it would stick all over my wet head.
it would fill me with euphoria.