shut up christine


Monday, December 20, 2004
      ( 1:55 AM ) shut up christine  
holeee crap
i just pooped in my pants
diarrhea styles
i was about to start typing when it happened
grrrrosss
you know what would be more gross?
if i pooped here and just kept typing heheh
some people find that sexy, no?
luckily this is my sister's chair so whoooo cares this is payback for all the times when she farted HELLLA LOUD at Target and then blamed it on me
her farts are the worst they're the kind that paralyze the victim's body then choke you from the inside...and if you can manage to run away screaming the stench of death lingers in your nose for days

anyhoot
I am not feeling too well at the moment
headache and a little fever mixed with a dash of explosive diarrhea
I was going to post some pictures of Thailand but perhaps at another time
the trip was lovely
luckily i didn't have any bad encounters except for one shady cab driver but even then it wasn't too bad
oh yes and on my flight back home this old guy sitting next to me on the plane was freakin stroking his peener underneath his blanket freakin sicko
thank goodness there was an empty seat between us
i kept glancing over to make sure it was really happening....maybe he was just itchy
but i'm 99.9% positive he was jacking off
dirty bastard didn't even wash his hands after

i didn't ride my elephant
i got there and los elefantes looked sad
and the trainers made them dance to Ace of Base
i like Ace of Base, but that aint right
it just aint right

anyway my trip to Thailand was probably a lot like....... going to Disneyland by yourself
even if it's the happiest place on earth, even if you're having a great time, you're still alone
the whole time i kept thinking i bet my sis would've wanted to be here or i wish my parents could see this

this one time i was walking through one particular section of a busy vegetable market and i got this uncomfortable feeling that everyone was staring...and i don't think its because i looked so different since everyone i met thought i was thai and i was wearing a t-shirt and jeans like everyone else... then some boys started taking pictures i knew they were harmless but it was weird...i guess i just felt a little out of place and it would've been nice if there had been a familiar face around...

got me thinking about a few things
i thought i wanted to move away after graduation to see if i could make it on my own
that's a big deal to me, especially since i only started wiping my own butt a year ago
i thought i needed this
i thought i wanted to leave stability and security to become indepent and to gain experience that i can't get here
but is being independent worth being alone
these are two different things
hmmm if i had a beard i would be stroking it now
all this thinking is making my diarrhea worse

peace out
pictures will come soon
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