6 pills

Three excedrine migrane, and three of my special blue pills. (Rachel's looking over my shoulder, and I've just now realized, I'm doped up. Let's see how this works out, shall we?)

Today was a day of fun with Rachel. And various other characters. But mostly Rachel, which is good, because sometimes I feel like I don't see her enough. But today, I was her sugar momma. I was the oil J. Martin, she was my Anna Nicole.

Superior court is fun. I went, and it just reminded me of why I wanted to be a lawyer. Or a judge. It's one of those proffessions that matter. To society. And stuff.

This is wooze-tastic. This feels like my percocet, just after my carwreck. With the bruises. But mom stole a hospital gown for me from the hospital. Actually, sometimes I think she just likes to steal thing and she just justifies it by saying she likes that it makes me smile. Thievery.

Things that are fun to see: Children of Men, Chinese Cultural center grocery store, Pocky for Men and boxes of quail eggs, Marcia's expression when you hand her a box marked "Just Black", my cat, Caridee on top model, Matt looking around when he thinks he heard his name but can't see anyone, the Hypnotoad, Peanut Butter Jelly Time, face tats, hooters girls, Link fishing, New York (the VH1 reality whore) Captain Jack Sparrow and the inside of my eyelids.

My head feels like a barbie doll. Remember the way they move? Around, all smooth.

I'm not in love with Cole and I never was. Though I like the name Cole.

Names I like: Caridee. Aiden. Alice. Melrose, Bazooka, Eunice, and Abby and House. And Addison. Lizzie. Marcia's name is like Marcia Cross. I'm going to tell her that next time she mentions Rachel Ray. And Morgan. Julianna Moore. Actually, I just like Julianna Moore. But that' cause I liked her in Hannibal. I want to rent that now. They changed teh ending in that movie though, cuase I really liked the ending in the book. Its hot and creepy at the same time. Thats HOT (Paris Hilton).

I hope New York boffs Boston. Cause that sounds funny.

I really like Hannibal. I do. It puts the lotion on its skin. Precious! It has precious!

Oh no Tyra Banks it taking the girls to Spain. I wish I tried harder to speak spanish.I mean, I've "studied" it for... about 7 years.
Breathing feels special right now. I can feel it. I am Jack's lung cells. I absorb air and introduce it to the bloodstream. I am Alice's broken heart. (Oh no that was emo hXc (lolol cyanide and happyness)

::Ack::

I thought you said "punch me in my goddamned throat.

....

Superbowl is February 4th. February 23 is a Tuesday and the Reno 911 movie comes out that day. I"m so happy. Like in the movie, what did you do for your birthda, nothing.

Here's a list of people I don't like: Eugena on Top Model, Bridgette nielson, Chipper, Hilary Clinton, male models, roses, all people named Guiseppe,

I wanted to read the book abou Eva Braun. I should buy that and do so. I don't have a very long list of people I don't like. I don't like Face tat baby murderer. Brendan.

Goodnight.


7 comments:

  1. Anonymous

    Your message is for the most part nonsensical.

    But enjoyable.

    I especially appreciated that you were Jack's lung cells, releasing oxygen into his blood stream. Even if I didn't exactly understand it. It was a nice guesture all the same.

    So Kudos.

    I recommend less drugs next time, perhaps?

     
  2. Alice Q

    Perhaps. Or this is the beginning of a Friday night tradition. ;)

     
  3. Anonymous

    I'd think not, lest you wish to end up like my Amanda.

    I feel blog-chatty. I may post. I left my blog address on my communication card tonight at the service. I wonder if they'll hit me up...

     
  4. Anonymous

    Ohh... Right.

    I see the Cole comment. You're seriously taking it further on your own than I am, which only makes me think that perhaps the lady doth protest too much..?

    I posted. Where's your entry?

     
  5. Anonymous
  6. Alice Q

    I posted too. Enjoy that.

    I was just reading this again, and it's like, damn. You can read the descent into loopiness. I started writing a few minutes after taking the pills, and the very end, where I say, Goodnight, is when I looked up and told you to get out because I have to sleep NOW.

    And I'd consider reposting that convo, but I've already seen it, and lived it originally, so I no longer care. But if anyone should care, you'd saved them a few minutes confusion by linking to it.

     
  7. Alice Q

    BTW, how is this protesting too much?

    "I'm not in love with Cole and I never was. Though I like the name Cole."

    I'm fucking high and I'm still saying I'm not in love with Cole. And, at the risk of sounding repetitive, I NEVER WAS.


    ... we just got along real well. :D

    Anyway, you should have followed me home for dinner. Steak, I know how much you like steak. And potatoes. And cheesecake.

    Damn. In retrospect, that was practically, your favorite meal. Only missing colorful, layered vodka shooters.

     

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