I Walk The Line

I’ve been busy vis a vis crafts. Call me a loser if you must, but at least I’m doing something with my free time. Something constructive. I’ve been crafting (making posters and collages) becuase I have been unable to drink. However, today I did some cleaning. I was cleaning because I was desperately searching for my super cool black DVS shoes (that in reality have been stolen by one of my sister’s friends, I’m sure) and I found about twenty bucks. Twenty bucks and a shitload of alcohol. So when the time comes to drink again, I am ready for it. YES! Now I just need to see when that time is… *looks at calendar.* Um…it would seem that the time is two weeks from now. Damn! I can’t wait that long! Oh yes I can. I haven’t been drinking in about a month and that was back when I wasn’t eating anything. So I was getting sick a lot. I may have worried Genna just a little bit. Not to worry now! My appetite for food is back now.
Damn Kill Bill is a FUCKED up movie. Now what was I going to say after that blurb about crafting and drinking? I can’t seem to remember. Aww, Bill loves The Bride. I just wish in this scene that she would have knocked on her head. That would have been SO great. And totally in character with the fucked up randomness of this movie. "I’m back daughter. With a metal plate in my head!" It would be fucked up to be in a coma for four years, wake up thinking your daughter was dead and then see her. Oh shit…I just ruined the movie for a whole bunch of people. Ha ha, I shouldn’t flatter myself by thinking that many people read this blog. And I’m not going to go back and delete that sentence. That’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it. So if you don’t want to know what happens, don’t effing read it. Of course by the time you get to my sugar and spice warning about spoiling the movie, you will have already read it and had the movie ruined for you. So I guess I did that all out of order. Well shit son.

About triztron

I don't really live in a place called Brockvegas. It's called Brockville.
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4 Responses to I Walk The Line

  1. .Lauren. says:

    the trista
    i the love you
    the the end

  2. Jason says:

    God I hate Mr. Tarantino.
    PS.  GO Astros!

  3. jesse says:

    well you ruined the movie for me… but i will forget it anyways.. so it\’s okay.. plus i\’ll probably never see it anyways…. umm.. jesse is tired and can\’t think of anything funny so i will finish my post tomrrow when i am all rested and creative and such… PEACE OUT    (read that in an adam sandler voice)

  4. jesse says:

    alright….. i\’m going to be lazy for my funny part today….. i copied this joke..
    A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do."Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?" The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man\’s wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money."You\’re finished already?" he asked. "Yes," the blonde answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats. "Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. "And by the way," the blonde added, "that\’s not a Porch, it\’s a Ferrari."again.. sorry i just couldn\’t think of anything funny.. but 10 bucks says in like 5 mins i\’ll come up with something..

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