So I’m working through the drafts on neevita, not sure how they accumulate actually, it looks as though sometimes I’ll write up status updates and decide they’re not quite ready or maybe I don’t want to post it as it is and then forget about them. I just found this one from July 23 of 2011:
One thing about my life that’s special and somewhat unique, is the way I utilize the internet to express myself and also to allow people to get to know me. I sometimes forget what it’s like to connect with someone over time who doesn’t know my mother left when I was a kid, hasn’t read about the way I utilize artistry to cope with trauma, doesn’t follow neevita or know about the deep experiences I’ve processed here.
Sometimes the ripening of a connection with a person reveals something I had previously been disconnected with, or unable to articulate. That happened last night,
Another reason to hate people who don’t leave voicemail: I HAVE TO LOAD AND LOG INTO SKYPE TO CHECK YOUR STUPID 2 SECOND HANGUP MESSAGE, YOU FUCKING WAD OF DICKSNOT.
YEAH +14803270411, I’m LOOKING AT YOU. OR I WOULD BE. IF I COULD. FUCKER!!
I am sick, I am sore, I am tired, and I am hungry, and I want a fucking softpretzel covered in fucking mayo and mustard and salt and I want a fucking BOX OF CUPCAKES and a GIANT BOWL OF FRIED CORNDOGS and a FUCKING GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH and I want it FUCKING NOW, DELIVERED, FOR FREE, and I want to be able to FUCKING EAT IT without wishing for death for a week afterwards and IF I CANT HAVE THAT I WILL TRACK DOWN AND KILL WHOEVER LEFT THAT VOICEMAIL THAT COST ME ANOTHER 34.728 SECONDS OF MY LIFE.
I find it somewhat notable how many random things I’ve collected over the years due to my penchant for theatrically shoving things that do not belong to me up my hoohoo while ridiculously inebriated at parties. Included in this list are a mechanical pencil and a $10 bill. Keepin’ it classy.
September 20 at 5:51pm: 3 hours after starting the commute and still another 45 from home I’m beginning to think I didn’t need a fucking adjustment this badly #suckmydickpublictransit
September 20 at 6:14pm: Stop snapping your gum in my ear or I’ll gut you with my amazon.com titanium spork swag, you brainless pigfucking retard!
September 20 at 6:15pm: STAB STAB STAB STABBY STAB STAB STAB
September 20 at 6:23pm: Howling, covered in blood, our snapped protagonist turns her attention to the stinky nicotine addicted fucker whose coughs sound like bouncy balls in a tin can.
September 20 at 6:36pm: Home. Check. Epic Scream. Check. Adult beverage. Check. Pee. Check.
September 21 at 10:10am: Well. That was nothing a few hours of spirited shagging couldn’t fix. Bring on the day!
Attention Neeworld inhabitants: Please be advised, we are now entering our monthly ~10-day “Zero bullshit tolerance” cycle. For the care and safety of your teeth and sex organs, it is highly suggested that you keep your bullshit to yourself during this time. Thank you. We now return to our regularly scheduled Neeworld programming of TMI, sexy pictures, and skull fucking.
Christ. I should have brought a vibrator to Leavenworth with me. And a zucchini. And a couple sheep and a pool boy. Weather schmether; from where i sit, spring has definitely sprung.
Oh, that clarifying moment when you realize although most of it is still good, its not worth picking the slimey leaves out of that unopened spinach bag.
I want to swipe the heads off of the people who are bullying Rebecca Black, and the “producers” that put her up to making such a godawful music video. That metal version of “Friday” is fucking funny, though.
