my brain has been hurting the last 3 weeks. not like figure of speech type hurting and woe is me i was thinking type hurting but actual hurting. i got all fucking freaked out and looked up all brain disorders or things wrong with your brain that can cause random and multiple points of pain around your cranium and no not starbucks board games type but my fucking brain. then i realized i drank for a good 2-3 weeks straight because that is what you do when it is holiday time ya. but now i have not had a drink in maybe 4 days now and it is weird and some what comforting. and my brain is actually feeling better and i know you might be like go see a doctor but i am the type of person that does not like doctors unless it is unbearable pain that is not going away from ignoring it then maybe but then when i do they blow the file off like WHOA YOU HAVENT BEEN HERE IN A LONG TIME stupid doctor humor i guess and make me feel like an asshole.
-i got some good stuff for christmas like a turkey dinner at home. i used to dispise turkey dinner because i was afraid of gravy and when i told tanya that she almost hit me she was so surprised because she says gravy consists of everything i love and when i asked her what that was her reply was like meatjuice or something. i think it was a gay joke. so i put gravy on my turkey now and it is amazing how the turkey tastes maybe like 3000 times better. thanks mom. and dad. and for all the great stuff especially the new robe that is made from babyskinasshair it is sooo soft and i wear it all the time.
-new years was quiet. of course it was just tanya bitch and i.
and we drank. that was my last day of drinking in fact. i did not even have a drink the next day to "take the edge off" which usually means marathon drinking party but we just sat here and drank and played scrabble and took pictures of us because like we do not have enough as is. i got to take a picture in the day of tango in a post-turtle-yoga pose. he never will stand still or yoga still when i try to take the picture and then he flips out and thrashes around and goes back into the water like a freak.
i know i need to clean the glass.
then for a while maybe a couple of days before new years tanya thought bitch hated her like for real and it was so funny because it was just bitch wanting one night alone like fuck off tanya jesus but he did not hate her and so she bought him this tree/plant/thing as a peace offering because bitch goes from quiet native to fucking WAR CRAZED INDIAN hah not really but the mental picture is funny ow brain pain.
i told the tree thing it saw its last day of braided'ness the moment tanya bought it because we do not know how to braid trees...
tanya was rolling some paper or something i do not know umm and she was getting annoyed with me because i kept making the flash go off and i did it again and then WHAM the best picture ever. it is like the ummm rolled piece of paper is the biggest umm rolled paper in the world and just hovering but in fact tanya threw it at me. i know.
but mean while in the kitchen...
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he puked shortly after and not over any balconies thank the fuck but at one point we caught him opening the kitchen window and when i yelled BITCH NO PUKING OUT THE WINDOW as a joke he then closed the window and was like ohhhh. thank the fuck i said something. then he said hi to the toilet.
to ring in the new year we took pictures of what we look like in case we get kidnapped or stolen or theifed away from eachother and in case we need recent photos of us in 2008.
so with this people would look for a girl looking continually confused.
so with this people would look for a girl posing randomly in an ugly ass sweater that is going to get thrown out one day when said girl is not looking.
and so with this people would look for someone who just did not care but then they would not care and just go WOW WHERE DID YOU GET THAT TOQUE and i would reply at some cool indonesian store going out of business on commercial where everything is cheap and they bargain like its mexico because i would not actually be kidnapped.
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