last night i came home to find two mondo cucarachas chillin in my room. i was able to squish one, the other escaped at the sight of his vanquished comrade. i was so drunk and stoned at that point i actually started yelling at that one like it was a person, calling it a big huge ugly asshole and telling it to stay the hell out of my room...
i've found out that pretty much the cockroaches are rooming together in the bathroom, then venture out at night into their housemates' rooms. the first time i woke up to find one of those 2-inchers creepin around my floor i was pretty stunned-- but, wierdly, it seemed to just case the joint and then leave back for its home...
the freight trains come by more often at night than at any other time-- last night i was watching a movie-- Punch Drunk Love-- and i found myself wondering at one point why there were so many trains in this movie-- but then realized it was just the passers-by outside making the frequent clamor... they're sometimes so loud they drown out anything-- movies, music, whatever you've got going on. once i gave up trying to watch the tv late at night and let the trains lull me to sleep. you can feel them passing, too... unfortunatelly they feel almost exactly like an earthquake when they're at their worst... more than once i've gotten that instinctive californian jolt of fear at the sensation of the floor beneath me quivering with greater and greater intensity... then calmed down as the sound of the train took over the room.
Willie, the guy i'm renting from-- he's a wierd one. i went out with him today to go visit a piercing manufacturer where i've been told i could perhaps get a job. on the way we stopped to get a 6-pack of coors, which we drank in the car, and he also treated me to a huge bag of cheetos. so we're driving along drinking beer and eating cheetos and he says "hey, ya want some ice cream?!" i'm like "sure!" so we stop off at the l.a. fairground where his daughter works at an ice-cream factory and he pressured her into getting us both big cups of ice cream. so after beer, cheetos, and chocolate ice cream, he decides we both need coffee as well, so we go to an internet cafe and he gets me to show this (sg) site to him, which he's wanted to see forever (he doesn't know much about the internet.. or technology at all for that matter... he doesn't really seem to know how the internet really works, you know the way some people still don't... he just always hears me talking about the people i've met from this site and REALLY wanted to see it when he saw it involved porn
) he claims he knows sg Evil... i'm not sure that's true though.
on the way back home, he sees a moped cruising by and comments on how bad ass they are, then says some bullshit about how i wouldn't know anything about that since i'm a girl. and how girls don't have the balls to drive bikes like that. and then he's all "aren't i right?" like he totally dead seriously expects me to say "ooh, willie! you're so right! we're just too wimpy!! tee heee!!!" but instead i just make a flat and ironic "Oh SURE. DEFINATELLY. Mmm HMM." and all this. so he's like "oh come on, have you EVER seen a GIRL ride one of those in your LIFE?" he acts, talks, and seems to even THINK like a 5 year old quite often. just to make him shut up and cause i was getting pissed off at this foolishness, i say "yeah i have." "you HAVE?? REALLY?! wow! that's something i wanna see! hook me up!" "sure i will." "i'll bet the suicide girls could do it... THAT'S probably where you SAW it!! aw... i know someone who would be the PERFECT suicide girl..." and he goes on about this girl he knows, described her tattooes, and then said she's a kickboxer and "She could kick the ASS of all those suicide girls put TOGETHER!!" so i think he has a kinda screwy idea of the site, but whatever, i won't worry about it..
needless to say, he's a scream and a half... but he gets a little on my nerves after spending too much time with him. i enjoy having food bought for me.. but... after a while i kinda want to put him back in his playpen or something lol...
by the way, i got my second parking ticket in hollywood this week!!
and what this means is: to make up for the fucking outrageous and unjust cost to me, i have sworn to buy no more alchohol! none! i'm leavin that up to boys to buy for me from now on 
i've had bad luck at gettin boys to buy me drinks, but it looks like it's gonna hafta be a matter of survival now, so i'll just figure out some scheming, devious, femme-fatalle ways of getting my funds back 
i've found out that pretty much the cockroaches are rooming together in the bathroom, then venture out at night into their housemates' rooms. the first time i woke up to find one of those 2-inchers creepin around my floor i was pretty stunned-- but, wierdly, it seemed to just case the joint and then leave back for its home...
the freight trains come by more often at night than at any other time-- last night i was watching a movie-- Punch Drunk Love-- and i found myself wondering at one point why there were so many trains in this movie-- but then realized it was just the passers-by outside making the frequent clamor... they're sometimes so loud they drown out anything-- movies, music, whatever you've got going on. once i gave up trying to watch the tv late at night and let the trains lull me to sleep. you can feel them passing, too... unfortunatelly they feel almost exactly like an earthquake when they're at their worst... more than once i've gotten that instinctive californian jolt of fear at the sensation of the floor beneath me quivering with greater and greater intensity... then calmed down as the sound of the train took over the room.
Willie, the guy i'm renting from-- he's a wierd one. i went out with him today to go visit a piercing manufacturer where i've been told i could perhaps get a job. on the way we stopped to get a 6-pack of coors, which we drank in the car, and he also treated me to a huge bag of cheetos. so we're driving along drinking beer and eating cheetos and he says "hey, ya want some ice cream?!" i'm like "sure!" so we stop off at the l.a. fairground where his daughter works at an ice-cream factory and he pressured her into getting us both big cups of ice cream. so after beer, cheetos, and chocolate ice cream, he decides we both need coffee as well, so we go to an internet cafe and he gets me to show this (sg) site to him, which he's wanted to see forever (he doesn't know much about the internet.. or technology at all for that matter... he doesn't really seem to know how the internet really works, you know the way some people still don't... he just always hears me talking about the people i've met from this site and REALLY wanted to see it when he saw it involved porn
) he claims he knows sg Evil... i'm not sure that's true though.
on the way back home, he sees a moped cruising by and comments on how bad ass they are, then says some bullshit about how i wouldn't know anything about that since i'm a girl. and how girls don't have the balls to drive bikes like that. and then he's all "aren't i right?" like he totally dead seriously expects me to say "ooh, willie! you're so right! we're just too wimpy!! tee heee!!!" but instead i just make a flat and ironic "Oh SURE. DEFINATELLY. Mmm HMM." and all this. so he's like "oh come on, have you EVER seen a GIRL ride one of those in your LIFE?" he acts, talks, and seems to even THINK like a 5 year old quite often. just to make him shut up and cause i was getting pissed off at this foolishness, i say "yeah i have." "you HAVE?? REALLY?! wow! that's something i wanna see! hook me up!" "sure i will." "i'll bet the suicide girls could do it... THAT'S probably where you SAW it!! aw... i know someone who would be the PERFECT suicide girl..." and he goes on about this girl he knows, described her tattooes, and then said she's a kickboxer and "She could kick the ASS of all those suicide girls put TOGETHER!!" so i think he has a kinda screwy idea of the site, but whatever, i won't worry about it..
needless to say, he's a scream and a half... but he gets a little on my nerves after spending too much time with him. i enjoy having food bought for me.. but... after a while i kinda want to put him back in his playpen or something lol...
by the way, i got my second parking ticket in hollywood this week!!
and what this means is: to make up for the fucking outrageous and unjust cost to me, i have sworn to buy no more alchohol! none! i'm leavin that up to boys to buy for me from now on i've had bad luck at gettin boys to buy me drinks, but it looks like it's gonna hafta be a matter of survival now, so i'll just figure out some scheming, devious, femme-fatalle ways of getting my funds back VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
mohollyweird:
Hiya Doll, F'Molly wuz fantastic, never seen such a awesome show since I saw Joe Strummer & the Pogues back in the early 90's! As for the hospital job, do it if Your heart can stay in it for the kids, because these chilluns is fucked up, Yo! For shizzle! No jokin', I gawdamn sob when I think aboot it, but I is a sensitive male, Yuh know! Helping out children like them is a highly estemable act in My head, and I approve whole heartedly. (smooch!)
knox_____:
I've offered to buy you coffee on more than one occasion but yu have yet to take me up on it. Maybe I should try bribing with alcohol instead?