how was my weekend? fucktacularly crapptastic.
i’m not even going to front, my mood is so dependent upon various boys in my life that it’s not even funny. it’s a lowdown dirty shame is what it is. fuck that noise.
ok, so let me reiterate by saying i. fucking. hate. people. i don’t despise boys, i despise EVERYBODY, yo. and with good reason. observe:
[18:04:46] pineapple: oh did i tell you friday an old woman bummed a cigarette from me, sat down about a foot away on the bench i was on and pissed herself?
[18:05:10] midget: uh… no… i missed out on this fascinating experience
[18:05:46] pineapple: well i was supposed to meet rosco
[18:05:58] pineapple: so i’m in central square, waiting in these
trees/bench/city parkish thing by the T stop for him
[18:06:16] pineapple: headphones on, book out, ignoring the world, angrily smoking/reading because you know, my super crush is apparently a douche
[18:06:33] pineapple: she asks for a cigarette, scariest old woman ever, looks like she had eaten half of her own face, no fucking lower jaw…right?
[18:06:41] pineapple: so i give her one just to get her to leave me the fuck alone
[18:06:57] pineapple: she smokes it, i ignore her, continue waiting and all that
[18:07:33] pineapple: she gets up and walks by and i’m like…her pants are an odd color…no they’re wet…um…wtf…[looks to the right, sees wet splotch on bench, gets the fuck up and finds another CONCRETE bench]
[18:07:36] pineapple: i hate the public
[18:07:43] midget: oh, EW
[18:07:54] pineapple: and then the 50 year old ‘reserves’ man who was hitting on me
[18:08:00] pineapple: and THEN started hitting on me AND rosco
::shudder::
so lets see, invader zim with rosco on friday (and the unfortunate pee story). going to the gym and kicking my own ass on saturday, then crappy movie night with sean (and later scooter). we rented eurotrip, which i highly recommend; technolust, a movie about self-replicating, half-cyborg spooge queens; the sweetest thing, which has a penis song AND eyefucking; and bubba ho-tep, which sean & i are watching tonight. good times had by all and i made the world’s largest cape codder (which i will be further drinking from tonight). sean wore norah’s tiara and painted his nails purty pink for me. yay.
sunday i made pancakes & bacon for norah, then later we went to the natick mall and engaged in way too much retail therapy. but my plaid pants are sooo cute, as is my skirt and i have the coolest shoelaces ever. EVER. so there.
um, yeah, i may have gotten tipsy and watched You Got Served last night, too. oops.
quote of the day:
me: yeah, and so he said ‘i’m not very good on my feet’.
jetta: but how is he on his knees?
