this site... grrrr
for how long i wonder... i have something I'd like to say that just in case anyone actually reads this, they're probably family and since i don't have a journal this is sort of becoming it, and this specific it includes profanity. (gasp! YES! PRO FANNY T)
I should buy one. A Pro Fanny T shirt... huh. gosh i'm full of all sorts of weird shit tonight...
well, f it... but prettier, like.. f in a pretty scrolling sweeping font that isn't an option on here.
imagine that.
f it
this other thing i actually came to just save on here came out a min ago and since blogs are supposed to be the blurted diatribe of our own strange boringness, this is what i'm journaling.....
"wow... i'm learning... catty bitch comment about a local venue and event and i will not say it. in words it comes back to haunt you, in email it's ends up in court. on facebook it fucks all your friends and leaves you needing a drink in a dry town."
speaking of dry towns, did i tell you the story of a Canadian gal who has this weird desire to get a job in the outback, where many towns are dry.... I think i may be drying out.... which it's about time for... been sort of on and off without meat and sort of eyeing vappassana...while i finish my duty free vodka and get into the rum
Current concoction of this alcoholic mastermind artiste (say "artiste" with a french accent, won't you dear?!) is
I will tell me later, and they will tell myself. the reader writer and lunatic of this blog.
(an hour later and 22 tabs open and i finally got the noise reducing earphones from static to something i can focus with. Check this out! http://soundcloud.com/subaqueousmusic/sets )
and... while i'm here...
other playfulness of mine...
Note to self: get a video editor for all that awesome mardi gras rehearsal schtufs
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