yet another disgraced writer i know
i’m still not talking to DJTM because he still hasn’t bought me a new fendi. i even gave him the money to go get me one and he’s completely and totally ignoring me. true, he’s been asleep for the last 36 hours and therefore was probably not aware when i put the money in his back pocket but i think if he cared about our relationship he would get over this whole not being able to speak in complete sentences because he’s unconscious front he’s rockin’ and go get me a new fendi. but i guess relationships are like hard, y’know? so i’m being patient and nurturing myself while i wait for him to come around and see my side of things.
like today after i was done with my manicure, pilates workout and my post pilates medically induced purging treatment, i was surfing the net and went looking on the smoking gun to see if they had a picture of my mug shot from my recent arrest. they totally don’t have it yet but i found this article about this like disgraced writer that totally interested me.
now i bet you’re all wondering, starryshine, why in the f does this interest you in the slightest? what do you care about disgraced writers? you like don’t even like reading, remember?! but then i realized that just like that other disgraced writer, i totally know this disgraced writer. when i peeped his pic, i knew i knew him from somewhere, right? and then i realized that we were like totally in rehab together back in the go go 90’s. sheeyah! betcha didn’t know that, biotches, huh? i totally had to go to the ‘hab when i was like 11 and that’s where i met this particular disgraced writer.
it was this like really formative experience for me and i’ll totally type atcha’ about it on the b side, biotches, but right now i have to asta cos’ DJTM is FINALLY waking up. excuse me while i go and hit hit him on the head with my f-ed up fendi again. he needs to be reminded of his responsibilities. i’m tellin’ ya, it’s HARD WORK making relationships work.