There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
It’s funny how, whenever I say something to Maria along the lines of, “You shouldn’t skip school,” or “You shouldn’t waste your money on taxis,” she always says, “Hahha, you sound just like my mother.” Mom’s can’t possibly have good advice, can they now.
I really fucking hate it when someone tells me “news” that they heard, and they heard it from me last week. And they pass it off as they’re the ones who told me.
She buys a fucking bus pass… …and then borrows her mother’s car for a week.
I really hate Maria’s use of the term “chinky” to describe Asians.
She said she was going to bed twelve minutes ago. She talked for ten. She’s finally turned off the light. Now she’s muttering to herself VERY LOUDLY. “oh gawd, it’s so hawt” etc.
Maria just came into our room to tell me that she heard Ashely making noises, and assumes she was masturbating. Maria described it first at “choking and gagging noises” so I assumed Ashley was puking. Then Maria said, “No, it was moaning! She was on the phone, too!” WHO THE FUCK CARES?! She went on…
#9 Rantt Ô_õ 11/11 I love Jorenko.
Somebody wiped my fucking history again.
I had a dream we were moving. Mom, Dad, and I only, though. Tony wasn’t there, but my parents were insisting on getting everything packed up right away. We had just locked up several things in a mausoleum, and my parents had taken special care to place traps with those things. Returning to packing, I…
Jet Grind Radio rules.
So she eats a donut without asking. I ask her to not—I wish she’d shut up so I can fucking concentrate on what I’m typing—I ask her to not do it again. She says I’m overreacting, it’s just a donut. If she’d asked, I’d have no problem. But she took it the moment I left…
I’m only up right now because Maria doesn’t know how to quietly open and close doors.
I had a dream I went to Dennis’ Place for Games, only it didn’t look like the ones out here. It was larger, less crowded, and brighter. Pump It Up was in the middle, but it was compact. The single stage was pushed under the cabinet, and I had to pull it out. Then I…
I really, really, really hate it when people think that giving generic advice on a specific situation will help matters, or make them look smarter, wiser, and more experienced – especially when it’s unwanted and un-asked for.
Well, Maria’s back here. She went straight home from school because she wanted money, or so she says. She called her parents to pick her up from downtown. I bet she just got lost/confused.
#10 Rantt Ô_õ 11/8 I love Dr. Lee influences.
Just thought I should mention that Maria and I were late for class yesterday because she spent 45 minutes on her hair. She and I had class at the same time, so I figured I’d teach her how to use public transportation. That’s right, she never knew how to use it. I explained to her…
Chicago was flooded. “Jefferson” street was slowly becoming a river. It was shallow, but swimable. A bridge had been built over it, but the supports to that were crumbling. I stood, waiting, watching. People shopped around in the city slowly becoming Venice. Others swam in the forming channels. One woman and several others stood upon…
Legalise, regulate, and tax the hell out of prostitution.
She just walked in, looked in the mirror, said “Trust me, girl, I know.” Then she waits a brief moment and tries to start up the conversation we just had wherein she didn’t detect I insulted her intelligence. So I went on and insulted her intelligence, and she didn’t get any of it. I explained…
Maria: (insert long one-sided conversation about nothing in particular in which she repeats herself five or so times) “… haha, you’re so funny, you’re like, ‘Ah! Our school’ and you hide behind the door, haha, the commercial for our school comes on and you’re-” Me: “Yes, I understand that you find my actions humorous, but…
I don’t know about the plot of this dream, or even if there was one, but it was loosely based on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (or however it’s spelt) There were dementors chasing me (I replaced Harry) around. Herm- *cough* Ms. Granger was played by Ashley, and was obsessed with checking the…
I often wonder how much, if at all, Maria thinks before she speaks; or does she prefer to narrate her process of incorrectly generalizing what she’s just heard?
How many people take into account the muscle structure of chicken as they’re eating it?
she wakes me up to ask if I’ve got mascara, when it is clear that I don’t wear make-up. By clear I mean that it is not only physically, but I verbaly told her that I do not wear make up three or so days ago.