I'm hooked on Mr. Brownstone.
Someone waved and yelled my name in a car that passed by while I was walking home. I'm not sure who it was, some blonde. Ferris did that a few days ago too, yelling "ASIAN!" or "WHORREEEEEY!!" or something like that. Hey, I can't help that my aura of sex is just too overwhelming.
I have horrible hearing.
I can't fucking breathe. How could people like rain. In other words they must like the part of a heart attack when they can't breathe. Or the part when they're drowning in toilet water and they're about to die. Then I guess a lot of people are rain-loving suicidal maniacs.
Hurricane remnants are not fragrant. Then again, the folks in Florida must've lost their lawn knomes. And their houses too, but those don't matter.
I'm gonna go blind. My eyes are going to melt off of my face like malted milk balls, without the chocolate coating.
The way those lips are puckered, the sexy look in his eyes, the length and color of the hair. No I'm not talking about Axl. I swear, if any of you chickenshits know any guy who looks like Izzy Stradlin and not tell me about it, I will track you down, cut off your genitals with a gardeners' shovel, and spray moose sperm all over you.
People bore me at A lunch. Tom that fucker told me to meet him in the back and he never came. I knew he wouldn't. But I stayed there anyway because I don't want to asphyxiate of wigger cologne and rotted ketchup in the front of the building. Another reason to change my schedule. But I don't have the energy to walk to the guidance office. Lauren talks about stuff that I never care about, added to the fact that I couldn't give a fuck about anything that anybody tells me, and Karla's obsessed with going to the metalshop and hanging out with Mr. Stead while making jewelry. While no one would ever let me feed my appetite and go find something to eat. Nooooooo, "I gotta do this," "I don't wanna do that," "I don't wanna go there," "Christina, stand your fucking ass up." I should get my A lunch and geometry class changed, because mathematics of any kind is useless Gwar shit and so is being bored even more during the only 45 minutes when you're supposed to eat greasy potato shit to your heart's content and die of ulcers in the next 30 years.
In geometry I sat drawing the most precious portraits of our dear Slash and friends. David Lee Roth looked like Mary Lou Retton, Izzy looked like a lollipop, and Axl looked like Naomi Watts. I'm so talented.
No one seemed to like my japanese moonlily sketch on a 3 x 1 foot piece of paper. Not even the teacher. No one fucking understands simplicity and cheating out of extensive work. There's the picture I drew it from.
The teacher played Z100 on the radio. They played ACE OF BASE. If it's one thing that I almost hate as much as Gwar, it's 1990s techno dance music.
Oh and in conclusion, there are a lot more pussies in this world besides Axl. Because only 3 beautiful souls answered me about who they thought was more badass - Duff or Slash.
I'm ashamed of all of you, very ashamed.
Christina N. @ 5:27 PM
