Well, that was smooth. THERE GOES ANOTHER LAWSUIT. I suppose there are some choice quotes of mine from the house mansion party on the steep hill last night that I should probably document. “Give me more soco, I feel I have the right to use you,” among them (I've picked up this "honest and assertive" thing "lately." It makes me speak the truth in even tones to men I may or may not have fucked in my past). I think I remember being the most malicious cowboy sweetheart to many sweethearts last night, the majority of them female. “You WERE doing coke in the bathroom, bitch-- don’t LIE. Look at your hair.” I think I applied the word “bitch” to more things than has ever been witnessed in the gansta underground. It’s such a versatile word. I don’t think I realized all the infinite applications of that word before I was drunk enough to hallucinate (?) tall Russian (?) men in long navy blue coats holding wine glasses and . . . .coming onto me??? Look, bitch, I can barely stand. Psssstttt, Bigelow, get RID of that guy. Get RID of this figment. And also: last night marks my most hardcore anti Chad Kroeger rant to date (fuck you, I had to go to their website because I like to have the correct spelling of the names of those I publicly humiliate). You’ve never seen me go off like this. Oh no, bitch, you didn’t. Four in the morning arrival back home. Those were the trenches, the Jesus. Was there some guy named Jesus last night? Explaining his name to a group in the foyer when we walked in? My use of the word foyer makes this an actual question. Yeah, that's right, I would remind you of Brody Dalle, wouldn't I? Anything to do with my eyeliner and the fact that I can't actually stand? Maybe. Hey, if she sucked Rancid's cock as an underaged cunt that's good enough for me. London calling, blaze a blaze. I should just start sleeping in leather, to justify myself.
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Oh yes. And: I lost my lens cap. If anyone finds a canon lens cap by some miracle, I'll be a happy little girl.
So why were you so touchy about the Chad Kroeger?
Posted by: Clifford's Mojo at March 12, 2006 8:41 PMI'm touchy about anything I hate.
Posted by: caroline at March 12, 2006 11:59 PMDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don't remember...
Clint introduced me as Jesus Christ. "Jesus, to my close friends" was my line.
GONG SHOW HO!
Posted by: michael at March 13, 2006 10:11 AMEd,
well: THANK GOD FOR THE INTERNET.
I demand snail mail from you, snippets and fabric samples. If you're up to it. The 1905 dress is stunning. I want to be fitted by you. How far away you are now . . .and I have no recent photos of myself to share. my best regards. the memory line may be a long standing joke, but it holds fast to truth now. xox
Ps,
I’ve switched over to mac. ;)
Michael,
you really do have this uncanny way of solving most heady problems with e-a-s-e. and with religious standing. :)
Posted by: caroline at March 13, 2006 2:31 PMi totally DON'T remember introducing michael as Jesus Christ -- that is too funny!
Posted by: clint waller at March 15, 2006 7:41 AMYes, well, I hardly remember annnyyythhiinnng from that night. which is probably a good thing. ;)
Posted by: caroline at March 15, 2006 1:04 PM