fake swearing is kind of hilarious.
What the shit?! that’s hilarious too. talking about ‘swears’ also makes me laugh. and the word ‘fucktard’. it’s pretty funny.
It’s tuesday night and i’m posted up with my mac (PC blud!!!) in my lil’ apartamento reminiscing and shit. I saw inception last weekend. who didn’t, right? I had class after work today. (ha ha, yeah RIIIIIGHt i had class). I saw Macy Gray spin at Yoshi’s on Saturday and left early and kinda underwhelmed. I bet it was super awkward for her knowing how great i am at Macy Gray impressions. I guess she didn’t know that- but if she did, it woulda been awkward. for both of us.
I’m trying to re conceptualize my lifestyle one brick at a time and like, today i’m winning hella hard. i’ll give you an example.
I’ve invented a concept. I had help, but i’m taking full credit, cause i bear the majority of the scars. the concept is called ‘throwing down a new low’. It has to do with this one time when i mistook a skin condition for arm tattoos and was shed all over. then hated on. it was really bad. but i’m better off for it, because now, when life gets fucky i can reference that day (morning, really) and just be like ‘hey, today’s ok, this isn’t rock bottom, this isn’t even sea level, this is just an awkward plateau of oh-kayness and tomorrow might be better, might be worse, but it sure as hell won’t make me cry and then ask me to borrow nine hundred dollars’. As i said, it was really bad.
Am i the only one that thinks facebook is getting out of control? there’s something weird gong on in the right hand portion of my screen (again! and this time it doesn’t say ‘date black men’). It’s showcasing exerpts from my photo albums and asking me to tag friends. It’s fucky. especially because it will be all zoomed in on like an armpit or earlobe, and i don’t know most of my friends like that. or at least not all of them. Which reminds me. the other day i logged into the book from a friends computer up in tahoe and facebook ran me through an obstacle course of identification. they made me identify people from my friend list in tagged photos. to prove i was me. which is stoooooooops. considering that i don’t actually know 300-337 of the folks on my ‘friends’ list. most of em are party promoters and porn bots. and they’re hard to identify. nearly locked me out of that good good. could have been devastating.
ok. gnight.
