hi.
- i am alive
- and in nawlins
- while i was away i had 16 dirty drunk freighty wingnut kids move in to my house
- they are nice and i'm to busy doing drink fight fuck to even look at the internet
- my house now has a bath tub and a workshop
- i have so many housemates who all seem to respect me just cuz i semi own this house
- so i never have to do dishes or cook and they buy my drugs and alchol
- the only problem is its hard to sleep with all the drunken yelling all night
- but i live with circus inventer jug band kids so i dont care
also !
- my court case for "looting" got disapeared by the court. if it stays disapered until august then i can begin comitting crimes again scott free.
- i'm going to city hall tommorrow (or maybe thursday) to hand my document to the department of records. this will begin the 60 day period in which the family of my house's deceased owner, or any of my 7 ajoining neighbours, will have opertunity to contest my notice of intent to posses. if i dont get any appeals in 60 days then i will gain all the rights of a legal tennant.
and then all i have to do is keep the house from falling over for 3years and 270 days and then i get rewarded with the legal right to pay property tax and get harassed by the building inspector and fire inspector and electrical inspector and all sorts of other grown ups shit.
back in last fall, i was kinda freaking out about doing possession of my squat and getting all responsible and tied down by it. but I HAVE 16 REALLY CUTE FUNNY EVIL SWEET FUCKED UP HOUSEMATES... i'm really happy to enable this !!!
i'm really getting off on pretending that i'm the deranged matriarch of a giant orphanage full of terrible children i've abducted. i'm pretending im a mix of one of those 40 something aging punk rock mother hens and one of those haggard old hard core rocker chics who are scarry tough and so brain and lung damaged from decades of satan partying that they can only comunicate in toothless gravelly mumble yelling.
i think someone stole my favourite 1 pint whiskey flask, but the kids wake me up with beer and dumpstered pizza slices and then practice busking routines on my lawn all morning so i'm entertained.
besides all that, i have lots of fun plans and cool projects and a crush or two thats working out well and i got lots of renovating to do and the media center closed.
so i wont be updating much or doing art untill my life gets a little less awsome.
which it will cuz i just jinxed myself by saying i'm happy. but then i can be grumpy and lonely and i'll draw more often and write zines about how i'm sad. so thats awsome too.
and every thing is awsome in the whole world and i like everything and all the people and i like fun and happy times and beer i dont pay for and drugs and mardigras parades and cuddle freinds and kittens and unicorn pegasus rainbows and we all live so far up the goddesses twat that magic sparkles are bursting out of my head so hard that if everyone i liked died and rotted in front of me i'd jump up and down with gleefull giggle whilst cutting my own face off with a broken beer bottle and that would be so awsome how great it was to be painfully auto-disfigured in a river of the bloody gore of my life that i'd post about it in my blog and type 1000000 smily emoticons by hand.
that was so fucking post emo. i'm super post jinxed now for sure...
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