can i just say J fuckin Balvin???
you already did.
oh yeah. well. J fuckin Balvin! OMG! SO FREAKIN HOT!
daim woman, control yourself! i thought you took care a bidnis
hey! don't get fresh with me!
you're the fresh princess of bel air!
idk who that was. they just stepped into my post to shout that in all caps. how rude
also, i forgot that i've been meaning to relate more delightful schizoid behaviors of my roomie's mom: in addition to her obsession with water and filling basins to let the stuff become stagnant and gross, in all the bathrooms and the kitchen oh yes and the tub (24/7), and let's not forget the upside down cups on the drains when the water game is on the back burner, um, she turns on all the tvs in the house (to LOUD) and the one in the living room i may have told you is stuck on this weird yt or some such channel that has freaks of nature exclaiming over and crooning inanely to all kinds of domestic and wild animals, and in turn the animals screech and meow and bark and if you're not ready for it you're innocently stumbling downstairs to make coffee and like WTF WAS THAT???? as some piercing howl comes thundering out of the back of the tv, but here's the kicker: in the garage, which is where schizo mary smokes like a chimney so much so that the smell is acrid inside the downstairs bathroom, she began to leave on a radio, almost equally loud. It's on all the time, even at night. It's AM talk radio, and it's in CHINESE! i think. it's some Sino-European language, and I'm pretty sure that my roomie's mom is not taking Chinese as a second language. I guess she gets something out of it. UM yeah
but i know. Schizophrenia is no fun and my ex best friend's brother had it before he died penniless and addicted and alcoholic and homeless, only to be shown in several galleries here in the states and in Europe after his death, as well as being compiled in a book which my friend sent me before the falling out and i am in love with it. It's beautiful. The guy was super talented. it was very sad.
and anyway, who am I to talk about mental health? HA! but seriously, I don't consider myself to have legit mental health issues (ok, 11, and Neil Armstrong did not land on the moon) ... i mean, i think my brain chems and struk is a little tweaked and damijed, i'd speculate partly from genetics and partly from childhood trauma ... but i don't think i'm like, you know, chuck manson or nothing. not even marilyn. manson. OR monroe!
are you SURE you aint hittin that funky stuff?
like Marky Mark? sure! i mean really. I just have moodswings from hell. it would be driving a giant rod up my fine ass but it so happens that i'm now on the MANIKKKKK end of things and so I'm pretty stoked!
my circadians have always favored the night, us creeteev types, my dread of sleeping alone notwithstanding. If i had my druthers (and believe you me i'm looking for them) i'd work at night and sleep the day. or most of it. but. yeah. still stuck in corporate or that fucked up system masquerading as public education.
2+2 is 9!
As Billie E would say,
have i told you lately that i love you?
once y S