Sunday, June 7, 2009
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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No title.
Bored.
No title.
i've noticed that this gets updated just about once a month.
How....funny.
I've written a short story. I was very bored.
Here it tis for you wonderful nobodies. Its really just random. Seriously, you guys, this is not based on experience in anyway.
Chris might kill me for posting this. If her mom reads it. Ohhh well.
God. I've made it sound like its porn or something. ITS NOT. It just has bad words is all. I'll just stop talking now....
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Fuck my Life.
I look from him to her then back to him.
I say it out loud this time. "Fuck my life."
Pained, he's like, "Don't say that."
And I'm like, "Why not?" I really want to know.
He stares hard at me. "Your life isn't fucked."
Oh, it's not? I throw my head back and laugh because that is. So. Fucking. Funny. He should do stand-up.
"You should do stand-up." He would make a shitload of money doing that. Cause he's just so god damn hilarious.
"Hey, no need to be sarcastic," She says, putting her small hand on his shoulder. I stare at her. Who asked you to say anything?
Bitch. I turn back to him.
Him. He took my life out to dinner, did it, and never called it again.
Bastard. Bitch and Bastard. They're so cute together.
"Your life isn't fucked." He says it again in case I missed it the first time. I shrug. What can i say? Don't lie to me? Again.
She looks at Her watch. Watch. Who even wears those anymore? "We should go," She says.
He's like, "Yeah, yeah we should."
"I'll be in the car." What a saint. About to be a fucking martyr. He smiles at her retreating figure.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I really am. But i have to go." I nod. He gets up. "Sorry," he repeats and leaves.
Fuck my life.
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Teehee. Yup pretty much pulled that out of my head from the land of nowhere. Sorry if anyone doesn't like bad wordness.
Ah but of course, i'm forgetting: Nobody reads this.
I hate how this page looks so much. But i can't really fix it. I am inept.
Cheers, Ari
Bored.
No title.
i've noticed that this gets updated just about once a month.
How....funny.
I've written a short story. I was very bored.
Here it tis for you wonderful nobodies. Its really just random. Seriously, you guys, this is not based on experience in anyway.
Chris might kill me for posting this. If her mom reads it. Ohhh well.
God. I've made it sound like its porn or something. ITS NOT. It just has bad words is all. I'll just stop talking now....
_________
Fuck my Life.
I look from him to her then back to him.
I say it out loud this time. "Fuck my life."
Pained, he's like, "Don't say that."
And I'm like, "Why not?" I really want to know.
He stares hard at me. "Your life isn't fucked."
Oh, it's not? I throw my head back and laugh because that is. So. Fucking. Funny. He should do stand-up.
"You should do stand-up." He would make a shitload of money doing that. Cause he's just so god damn hilarious.
"Hey, no need to be sarcastic," She says, putting her small hand on his shoulder. I stare at her. Who asked you to say anything?
Bitch. I turn back to him.
Him. He took my life out to dinner, did it, and never called it again.
Bastard. Bitch and Bastard. They're so cute together.
"Your life isn't fucked." He says it again in case I missed it the first time. I shrug. What can i say? Don't lie to me? Again.
She looks at Her watch. Watch. Who even wears those anymore? "We should go," She says.
He's like, "Yeah, yeah we should."
"I'll be in the car." What a saint. About to be a fucking martyr. He smiles at her retreating figure.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I really am. But i have to go." I nod. He gets up. "Sorry," he repeats and leaves.
Fuck my life.
_________________
Teehee. Yup pretty much pulled that out of my head from the land of nowhere. Sorry if anyone doesn't like bad wordness.
Ah but of course, i'm forgetting: Nobody reads this.
I hate how this page looks so much. But i can't really fix it. I am inept.
Cheers, Ari
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Inconsistency and Such Other Things
I really don't know how Stereogum, Big Stereo, Brooklyn Vegan, etc., etc even do it. This keeping up with a blog stuff. Well i guess because it's their jobs.....But that's not the important part of this post. The important part is....well ok, there might not be an important part. I just realized we haven't updated this blog in a while, rather I haven't updated in a while. Michelle and Chris never do anyway.
Anyway.....and now i've lost all will to do this. What was i even going to talk about? I don't know.
I suck at this. i think it's because this page looks so crappy. It makes me not want to write anything on here. Cause it looks so bad.
Anyway.....and now i've lost all will to do this. What was i even going to talk about? I don't know.
I suck at this. i think it's because this page looks so crappy. It makes me not want to write anything on here. Cause it looks so bad.
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