It’s been quite a many years since I went to the beach. Actually, the last time I went I was with my then best friend and my fiance headed to Torrance to see the ocean and to visit her grandmothers grave.
I drove her car, a shitty Aveo. Brand new at the time but didn’t have the power to get over the slight hills of Sepulveda blvd.
We got to Zulma Beach first, we walked the shore at dusk. It was lovely but eerie. There was only one other person on the beach with us that night. As it turns out, a couple was murdered not far from where we walked that night. I would hear about it on the news the next day.
Soon after we got to Redondo Beach and off to the cemetary where it was far too late for us to go in. She took us to her cousins job to hang out for a bit. He invited us over to hang out with his skeezy friends.
They got fucking PLASTERED.
I had to leave. The barrage of smoke and skanks coming and going left much to be desired. The bad music made it all the worse. 3am rolls by and I can’t talk her into leaving. She gives me her keys and asks me to stay in her car if I really don’t want to stay there.
Stranded and absolutely lost, my dear best friend is lucky I let her live.
The next day she woke up around noon with a massive hangover. I made her feel like shit the entire ride home.
I just thought of this because shes now resumed contact with me.
And that thing about Cap’n Crunch? Totally fuckin fiending today. NEED more CRUNCH BERRIES. I think it’s all about this Wolverine cup though. Have I mentioned my dorkdom? Seriously… Wolverine + RAPE. Yes.
I woke up talking about hookers this morning. Weird, right? I mean, I know a couple ex-hookers and they’re all drug addicts and fairly dead inside. I don’t really want anything to do with them but they’re my moms friends (from her jailbird days all of two and a half years ago), and I don’t have much of a choice.
I woke up thinking about hookers because I woke up thinking about Silent Hill. Well, the nurses specifically.
I would pay a couple dozen hookers to dress like them and follow me around. I would just for shits and giggles. Hollywood is the perfect place for this sorta thing.
The only thing is I know some idiot gamer would probably try to shank them but at least they’re already dead inside. That’s like free anesthesia AND a Get Out Of Jail Free card all in one.
I’ll write a book one day: 101 Non-Sexual Uses for Hookers
My boy is like Homer in space. The whole potato chip deal? Yeah, that’s him and space is my bed where he tore open the bag of Sour Cream & Onion Ruffles I had gotten for me and ONLY me. I won’t say it’s not adorable but goddamn it, those were MY chips.
He said “I want a hot dog”, this morning. Last night he crawled up next to me and kissed my belly.
I have the weirdest dreams. Well, I used to anyway. All the time. I still do off and on. Lately they’ve been popping up here and there.
The weird thing is none of the dreams are the same BUT they all take place in the same house. Nearly EVERY single nightmare I’ve ever had has taken place in my head at 12027 Roscoe Blvd in Sun Valley. My godparents old place.
A lot of bad things happened in that house, but crazed killers and monsters were never part of it.
I can’t say I wouldn’t be happy if the whole place just burned to the ground.
"You should follow @_____ she’s so much like you. You’ll love her!"
I hate that. I don’t mind follow recommendations but I fucking hate THAT.
It’s always someone who is bitchy for the sake of being bitchy. Easily provoked and constantly defensive. That isn’t me. Bitchy? Yes, but usually for comedic value. I can be provoked in real life but online? Fuck it. It’s all just fluff. I have a lot of real friends online but you know, can’t take a joke? go fuck yourself. I’m not gonna get into a huff over some stupid shit.
I’m also not one to be defensive. Call me a slut. Go for it. We’ll have fun with it. I have no problems taking shots and constantly make jabs at myself because goddamn it, I can.
Don’t recommend your catty girlfriends to me. Unless they’re seriously funny, awesome chicks. I don’t want to hear about how the whole fucking world is after her because shes on her period and she can’t get laid.
what's the best way to learn guitar?
I acquired one, and won new strings for it at the Topanga fiasco. Now all I need is instruction.
Depending on what kinds of music you want to play. Easiest is probably learned chords (I have a couple books lying about and it’s easy as hell to find them online). Best for simple accompaniment. Next best bet is learned guitar tabs. Start off with some favourite songs, it gets easy after awhile. It’s a little more complicated as you’re actually playing backing pieces instead of just a rhythm if that makes any sense.