Friday, January 24, 2003

Bored as hell and i wanna get ill:



Just sitting here with my belly churning, because i'm a female and my loins is burning.



Look, I'm a rapper.



Naw, just sitting here with my belly all aching and whining about all the work it does every month, preparing for that baby, that baby, that never-baby-ever or at least now not-baby. Sorry, baby baby. Nah, not sorry. Look I can barely be a wife and mother to Sloopy and he's a lot chiller than a real baby plus he never cries.



Sometimes this is what it's like: You're broke and so you pull out the credit card and go to Lucky. You know it's coming so you get your shit ready, and here's your grocery list:



1. chocholate chip/macadamia nut cookies

2. plain wrap ibuprofen

3. plain wrap kentucky bourbon

4. hippie pot pie

5. some other stuff i can't remember

6. oh yeah, we're out of toilet paper too

7. I should buy some hippie juice but it's too expensive



I'm glad I did it because now I'm able to call off my appointments and get in bed. I have a 2500 word piece due Monday, fuck, but I can't work right now. i'm supposed to go to a punk rock drummer's house today for a story too. But I can't do it.



can't even blog.



ok bye.





xoxo

me





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