So thursday was Halloween. It was pretty cool, I gave out candy to trick-or-treaters, got really drunk, dressed up like medusa and put a shitload of electrical wire in my hair, kept tripping over and ripping my toga, went out and partied, got too high, threw up, passed out on a crusty leather couch in someone else's home AND MADE IT TO FUCKIN CLASS THE NEXT DAY whoo-ha!!!!
but it's cool, baby, it's cool.
i am bleeding today. fucking rock. yesterday i was a lazy fuck, i watched 2 movies and one shitty play. then i ate doughnuts late at night, so i think i would like to consider my choices more hedonistic than destination consumer hell-reinforcing. I may be a corpulent worthless glutton aimlessly groping my juicy tentacles around for the nearest convenient stimulation, but at least i loathe myself for it.
i'll just blame it on my period, since thats apparently "what women do". whatever. people should be bowing to me right and left because i am a warrior. i can bleed for seven days.....and not die. have some respect for your grandma, motherfuckers, because she pulled through this shit, too, with rags and probably without tylenol or yoga. i don't trust that tylenol shit. it was funny, i was at brian's today whining about the intense clenching pain in my pelvic region and he said "it's kind of weird that i will never know what a cramp feels like." no, um, i guess not, not unless you want to. i could probably GIVE you a cramp if you wanted it. man, i love bleeding. i got the most fantastic bloody idea (no pun intended) for using those tree branches i dragged back here from raleigh, i KNEW there was a real purpose for those man!!!
gaby went with me to get new knickers on Friday, i was psyched. got some fabulous ones, perhaps more fabulous than i have ever before experienced. yes, underwear can be complex, and thank god it is or we women wouldn't have anything else to do but worry about what to cook for dinner.
anyway, i'm just saying, the Hanes her Way three-pack and the stocking-stuffer underwear from Mom was getting kind of old. Yes, i get flower-print underwear in my stocking for christmas, fuck you. if anyone could imagine why, please let me know, secretly i think it's because they take up space. yes, i'm twenty-one years old and my parents still give me a christmas stocking. fuck you, you're all probably too poor to get christmas stockings.
that comment was a joke, in case you couldn't tell.
So i have to register for classes at 4AM this morning, classes i hopefully won't be taking because i'll be in valparaíso rocking it out at isla negra and sending you motherfuckers some postcards.
i need to write summer and send her banana bread. my heart aches for my best friend so much. i don't think i've ever made a larger understatement.
hey!!! there is a new nickname for brian! everyone who knows brian, call him this ok? it's PERFECT, it pisses him off so much, it makes his little ears burn with pure hatred...ready? it's: ...............
BABYBACK BRIAN!!! haHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!isn't that the BEST fucking nickname you've ever heard??!?!? if you think it's stupid, well it is, but just say it out loud and try not to crack up laughing. so like, for short, one could just say "yo, babyback, get over here....." or "yo, Back, come hit off this, dawg..." hahahahahahaaaaa!!!! this is so awesome, he gets so mad! this is WAY better than Baby Bitch (THAT nickname he earned over fall break), which is still on our speed dial cause i can't figure out how to get it off.
but i WILL so i can replace it with Babyback Brian. enough said.
peace out, Babyback. If you can think of a better name for yourself, then give it up.
