so sad i forgot to cry

One time a long time ago I was hanging out with this white guy, and he called me a skinny little runt with aggression in his voice and it really affected me and still sort of does.

I'm going to try to always mention the race of white dudes when I talk about them even when it doesn't relate to try to even out that thing some of us white people do when we're talking about people who aren't white.

PS: that white dude was my dad.

PPS: WHOA! DID THE SURPRISE ENDING GET YOU ALL LIKE IN SEVEN WHEN BRUCE WILLIS IS LIKE I SEE DEAD PEOPLE AND KEVIN SPACEY'S KID IS LIKE DUDE ME TOO AND THE OLD BLACK GUY TURNS OUT TO BE MORGAN FREEMAN??? THE WHITE DUDE WAS MY DAD!!! FUCK I JUST SPILT MY POPCORN THIS BLOG JUST FUCKED MY MIND SO MUCH!

what the fuck? you got something to say?











yeah, i didn't think so

I had this idea that I was only going to blog within the comments of the western shirts post, but I only like how things look when they are too big and serifless and white with the baby blue, so a couple of comments are going to get promoted. Feel free to skip them if you've already read them or if you only come here for the pictures or whatever.

it

So and so in my office just said "I want a yoghurt right now" and I was like "cause your name is Rob Base and you came to get down?" and then I was just looked at like maybe my joke wasn't that funny so instead I said with pride "yep, I've still got it" and then after about two minutes of awkward silence I said "yep, I've still got it" again.

With any luck on Monday I'll remember to reference that joke and then talk about still having it some more.

sock talk

And about those socks I bought. I'm not sure how best to say it, so maybe I should just be frank: they are made by Dockers.

But they don't say Dockers on them anywhere. I made sure of that.

So please still invite me to your party, even if it shoes off.

That said, I don't think shoes off parties even qualify as parties. To me, "partying" involves being a vomiting buffoon and climbing shit, not worrying about staining a carpet. If it is required to take your shoes off, I think it should be considered "a cup of tea", and the invitation should have to start with "Won't you please join me for".

But so yeah, please don't not ask me if I won't join you for your cup of tea because of my new socks.

Weston

The other day I rode my bike through Weston and saw some really amazing shit and I'd talk more about it except that I feel somehow selfish and protective of it, like this was my beautiful shit and you can go find your own. But I've kind of given it away, because basically it was Weston. Weston is beautiful.

This summer has been really peaceful and amazing for me, even though I've done fuck all with it. I don't go out. I'm not funny. All I do is work and sit at home and watch movies or listen to music or sit on my deck thing and smoke weed and drink pop and read book, and basically I'm loving it. Sure I miss cracking myself up all the time, and I'm lonely for female company or whatever, but I've got to say, if the rest of my life were just me occasionally hanging out with the handful of friends I have left, and then sitting around my place by myself, that sounds pretty fucking great to me. No drama. No self-imposed desperation to do something "of substance".

In other words, fuck all of you all. If you need me, I'll be on my couch flippin through fashion magazines listening to Ghostface.

(Someone please love me and then invite me to their party.)

Okay, I have been to Dixie Value Mall. I will mail anyone a photo who gives me their address.

I also bought some socks. They wick.

Oh, and Hy & Zel's changed its name to Sav-U-Pharm or something stupid like that.