in plymouth, ma
Ry on the T
my uncle tony can spit real far
fact: strange currencies by rem is one of the greatest love songs of all time.
fact: today’s song of the day is awesome. inn town, by whiskeytown. you won’t like it. whatev.
fact: I want a chocolate egg.
fact: ry is spending the night on sat at his aunt’s house.
fact: I’ll be enjoying easter sunday alone. I think. unless g decides to stay home, but I’m convincing him he needs to go. I don’t need to go because a) easter is dumb, b) it’s not my family and c) I am an adult and I can choose not to participate in dumb holidays with rude, disrespectful people who don’t mind their own business.
fact: I do not “do” easter bunny (or santa or tooth fairy or any other silliness). Yes yes, I am a horrible mother and my son will suffer the worst childhood known to man. again I say: People need to mind their business.
hey do you remember the kids in the hall “it’s a fact” bit? I loved those. I loved that show. canadians are funny. they all seem very gay though. ever notice that? I used to say about goofy people, “he’s either gay or canadian.” it’s funny cause it’s true.
fact: I hate the montreal canadiens. really and truly.
Move the fuck over lady, for reals.
I don’t know why everyone has to sit next to me on the train. A million fucking open seats from here to the moon & they always gotta sit rightfuckingnext to me. I know I’m cool but please. I just want space. Even if it’s only on the train. Sit somewhere else, I plead with my dark sad bleeding eyes, but they squeeze their soft squishy ass next to mine anyway, and then i say fuck you motherscratchers and gouge their eyes with my pencil.
Seriously look at the open seats & this woman (next to me) is practically in my lap. And not a woman I’d ever want in my lap.