(Wednesday, May 03, 2006)
if you listen to mogwai in lumut, it's fucking fantastic.
if you listen to nelly/snoop dogg in lumut, you're fucking crazy. it's not dope and it's not cool.
don't ask why, i don't really know. it sounds appropriate to make that statement.
i was in lumut for some working shit (which is totally dope cause working is super fucking fun, not, not at all actually), and ben happens to be there so i dragged kimberly along with me. the reason why i asked kim along cause i thought her and ben would be totally alright. oh, gosh, i was bloody wrong. i was so wrong, listening to bush's sermon about the weapons of mass destruction sounds vastly more tolerable.
ben and kimberly are like cats and dogs. marilyn monroe and jackie kennedy. dictator and freedom. the moment they were in contact, a new brand of misfit comes into action. they were practically the ultra-opposite of each other. there was this whole teasing and counter-teasing and calling names and whatnot. how the fucking hell did they cope with each other so nicely in buffalo? in a wicked eccentric way, they were actually enjoying the torment they feed each other so eloquently. some people are fucked up. ben and kimberly could never be so accurate in depicting that statement.
since kimberly got her own room and all that sibling rivalry jack shit, i had the disconcerting merit of sleeping with the infamous 'sleeping gropper'. basically, i totally understand. ben is a pervert. he likes to fondle people but he can't cherish his notorious habit so boldly. it wouldn't make sense if people doesn't return the favour. so ben waits until everyone's asleep before he fulfills his crave.
i strictly warned ben about the consequences of going brokeback on me while he was sleeping before i went to bed. a gazillion times. let's just say ben actually understood me perfectly but HE HAD TO RUB ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. ewww, i concentrated so much energy on my feet, if i kicked ben, his spine with fly out along with and it wouldn't justify if it isn't a fucking murder. so i simply told him off, and he understood perfectly. how weird. he's not really sleeping, actually, that pimp.
doesn't take an einstein to figure out who's the naughty bastard, does it?
5:52 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
