i watched megan follows (anne shirley) in a moive playing a whore shere she says "sex is a big fat whore" and i was dying. what else? i told bob everything i was going to write about him. i am so laid back you can't believe. i told him that he's more wigged than me. well he's just not used to smoking this much pot and he said that's the biggest surpise. he had no idea how much i smoked. but it's not that much. after and before every meal.
oh food. best onion rigns. drank liquor at marge's bar on lake ontario.
oh my god. i'll start at the beginning. get on the bus all by my self. after taking a cab all by myself. so no one there to send me off. just me and my lonesome jones. so i got on the bus and tried to play the counting corws but madge madge madge had borrowed my headhpones and dropped them so i couldn't get it to play and i wanted to cry but then they worked and i still wanted to cry but for the exact opposite reason. so there i was, 9:30 at night all by myself. with my own seat, tunes. and it was like falling in love with adam all over again after not playing those tunes. and even when i got here and bobo met me, he had the crows ready to play and said he couldn't wiat to play them with me in the car. that's right damn it. and every one hates me talking about adam. i do talk about him like he's my boyfriend already. he will be you watch.
so anywayt, the bus drier got lost on the way to cleveland. unbleievable. and i spent 2-3 hours in the bus station and it was so gross and i wanted a cigarette but didn't have change and it seemed like things were'n starting well and i didn't even care cause i was leaving that piss factory. i was getting a greyhound, baby.
so anyway, so i got here after knotting up my body trying to sleep on teh bus. but everything looks so much the same
but we went to niagara falls today. so there. and it's weird. the major discoveries. i didn't know there was so much basic things i didn't know about bob. he has a higher wigdom level than me. his house is hilarious and a mess. but i don't care. oh, it was hard sleeping on a different bed. hard bed. me like soft bed. brought my own blankie and pilllow. i was so sleepy yesterday. had a huge slopburger. and then white hot hot dogs. and great great fried mushrroms. oh so much foood. huge hugest grocerystore in the world. wigmans. (realy wegmans) and eveything costs so much more. oh but we had the best olives. and they grow cherries up here. and i got some chocoalte covered raisins. like a whore.
else? oh, well i can't remember. i wrote it down. oh, i'm leaving here thursday morning. to the catskills. oh, i ama so mellow. i never shut up but i'm mellow
i would *love* to know what bob really thinks of me and i keep asking him if he hates me but he says no and he's glad i'm here.
and i'm going to meet his friend dan tomorrow. they both read my very empty group.
aren't you all dying to know what i'm really doing?
well i'm telling you but you won't bleieve me and think i'm up here doing heroin and having orgies with librarians. shaw festivals.
okay what the hell else? dan. i'll drink with him and bobo tomorrow. actaully, i have bveen drinking slowly all day. they have beer that's like 8% alcohol. i drink jack daniels. we eat all the damn time. oh shit, we got the best fudge at niagara falls. i walked all over with my liquor drink. and tonight we're goint to drive around the lake. bob wants some other dame up here. plus, i tell everyone, i love adam and as soon as he finally realizes it, he's a dead man ansd will be knitting baby boots out of dreadlocks in no time.
no, really, he's getting his best music together. cause it's all the best. and i have to do my best writing ever. but it's strange theh things that you have to see in person to understand someone. except for you guys because li said, hey, i am exactly the damn same in here or out here so that's enough for you tonight.
tomorrow i'm going to take a bus to a goodwill. goodwill tour. and go to gannet paper. we did't go on teh radio tongith cause his car reached 100,000 miles so we drank kamakazies. he has more tunes than god. cause he's a dj. and it alked about bob wanger too. and he talked about his ex-wife. and we walked around his neighborhood. and i forget otyher people don't like to smoke pot and go talk to strangers but we did and it was good and i realize that the rest of you live in a lot more fear and wigdom than i do and man am i glad to be me.
but last night, i went to sleep at 10 and i guess that was teh only time i felt weird. like the reality of the whole situation really hit me. and i wondered if he was going to kill me or who he was or where i was or how i got there. close the eyes think of adam.
and then what? well i can't wait to got o new york city and kill this man up there. he has no idea what's about to roll into town. and i don't want any of you to get weird with me and try and get sex off me cause i don't want to have to kick your ass and bob said so. well first i have to go to the catskills and i have no idea where that is. but it doesn't look too far on the map. but on a bus, the miles seem really long. but i have tunes. and my blankie.
okay i'm bored because i can't really write like i like to. see, bob, all you guys, and this means you, have to try and poke around in my skull as if there's some big fucking secret. and there's not. i am the most basic girl alive. shit.
gotta go. almost nine and we'll get thrown out of here.
okay, later
jojo