laughter kills when you've got to cough

barefoot_windy: is surf outlaw going with you up north ?
Allie: nopeee
barefoot_windy: shitty deal
Allie: hes got to play hiss hornnn all day long
barefoot_windy: to get into school? or to be lame?
Allie: to be lame


I'm going to build walls and then they are going to go up up and then I'm going to sleep in there one day. The cottage I mean. We are building one. It's intense. I'm excited.

Coffe Date

Brad Pitt walked by doing a jig and Lulu sat and told me how he stole the Eiffel tower.
I made a joke she didn't get.
It would be awkward if the girl on the other side of the glass heard.
Brad Pitt walked by scratching his head and he made me want to cry.
The blue arrows turnedthe wrong way.
Turned green and I remembered.
We were zombies in the street
and I leave too many messages on your phone.
Brad Pitt walked by and I'm glad he can't see me anymore.

True story.

All I did today was eat jam sandwiches on white white bread, fold laundry and watch old movies on tv.
I wore a mumu and felt like i should be on marriedd with children or a dumb cheesey hopeless sit com.

Distant Ships

This man on the bus was insane. He wasn't talking to me but I was evesdropping on his conversation with this girl he clearly just met. If she wasn't on the bus I probably would have been her. Anyway first he's talking about trying to get his british passport because of being from some island that used to be under britsh rule but is not any longer hasn't been for awhile and how he was on his way to the library to find out ways to like out smart the government into this. Then he lapses into how terrible the transit system is but was really complaining about taxis when they are private not public. He got to his stop and picked up 50 million bags of empty cans and left. The girl looked like she was going to kill herself. I hope he dosn't think England is a better place just because it somewhere else.

and thats why I don't drive cars.

I spent all weekend building a boardwalk and a beach and looking at weird bugs and intermitandly dancing to braodway music on the boat. Did you know the guy who wrote "Escape" like the pina colada song ... IF YOU LIKE PINA COLADA'S AND GETTING LOST IN THE RAIN... yeah that one. Well yeah he wrote two musicals. Also the original lyrics were "If you like Humphrey Bogart and getting lost in the rain." But he changed that an hour before he recorded. He would probably have nothing if he didn't change those lyrics.

How hard would it be to become a xylophone player in a jazz band?
(11:13:35) anna - A-BOOT: i dunno if there is jazz xylophone
(11:13:42) anna - A-BOOT: id imagine its something like jazz vibes
Or whatever it is that sounds like some kind of metal instrument you hit with a mallet....... That is my new true calling and I will become z-list famous after meeting some semi-royal annoying british man and be able to write stupid childrens books just because.

mission celebrate completion of mandatory education

Notice the nails I havvee had those on for month. a MONTH.
They are creeping me out. I need to make time to remove those demons.

the clubb

I found spirtual enlightenment. No really, wtf is that even supposed to be?

Birdman Poppagano attttattattatttaack.
Cameron is the biggest horror movie nerd ever.
he should be a professer orf zombology.

So coo to the point of spending hours trying to re live the rockin robin days of our youth.

Swear by the gin.

I'm not having brown rice with a spicy blackbean tomato sauce and asparagus for dinner.

Turning point. Mile stone. "This is the begging of you life!" they say. "Go out and grab life by the horns" Sure, or I could cut off my hair and go for a nap in the grass. Plow through piles of paper wad buildup. Cry not because I miss my childhood but because I am happy to be re-living it with a slightly improved vocabulary, knowledge of world issues and fashion sense. Except I do miss those northern getaway shirts. I'm going to send out a few resumes and aspire to be something but I think I'd rather stroll on over than run full steam ahead. I'm going to keep writing letters to the sky, to atom bombs and to people who life across the universe. Sit on my porch, drink tea and watch that old lady across the street to tell her husband to "fuck off." Examine the bugs on the walkway out back. Frolic. Play bingo. Look out my window. Sip some wine, look up at the stars and some other cliche coming of age shit. I like it this way. Nice and easy.

Bitchin'.