Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I'M SAYING IT AGAIN CLICK RIGHT HERE: THIS BLOG THIS BLOG THIS BLOG

THE TIME HAS COME.
Some of you know me. Some of you do not.
Some of you like me. Some of you do not.
Some of you will learn to love me... probably most of you will not.
Whatever the outcome,
It was only the natural progression of things.
A 'blog' had to come to be... so here I am.

If you find retarded shit and political incorrectness 'offensive',
you're in the wrong place.


That said-
Let the fucking up of shit commence.

TABBOO! AS SHARON TATE @ THE PYRAMID CLUB AVE. A NYC 1984 - GET INTO IT.


Monday, May 18, 2009

ALTERS I ADMIRE

I SMOKED POT BEFORE WE GO TO THE MOVIE ON OUR 1ST DATE AND I NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT


To be upfront,

I despise being a prude about pot....but I am...that hasn't transitioned at
all in
my life. And at times, pot use is an indication that someone perhaps is
involved
in other stuff, which I have no interest in, nor do I like to be around. (not
saying
you are involved with other stuff...just saying it sometime can be that way).

I like you. I felt wonderful feeling you...touching you...etc...but I think my

views on usage would be a bummer for you as far as a dating thing. I would like

another date, but I can't deal with the other shit.

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RESPONSE:

WHAT eVeR - I'm not one of your students in middle school.

I was nice about humoring your admonishing me like a child up to this point

because I just couldn't take it seriously.

I'm not going to explain myself or discus this with you grow up.

note: we're having this conversation on manhunt GET A GRIP.

* * * * *

Romantic, huh?

* * * * *

TXT MSG LATER THAT NIGHT:

him: what are you doing?

me: smoking crack in bed with my dealer with the 11" dick.

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MORE EMAILING MADNESS:

WHOOPS deleted it. The first stuff was funny the rest was too personal. Yes, this blog is going to become more impersonal.

R.I.P. OCTAVIA ST.LAURENT MIZRAHI

ANOTHER SUNDAY AT VANDAM



















































THIS ONE was ripping her top on and off screaming fuck me now in the rap to the music rolling her eyes and shaking her head and scratching her face it was insane! Her friends just sat there real cool lighting cigarettes sort of ignoring her.