Experiments in delicious.

I have discovered amazing.
Hot soy milk + Honey = Delicious.

I have also resolved to keep a to-do list.
And buy a small pet for myself. Perhaps a gerbil? Pet mouse? Fish?
And get a flowerbox for outside my window. Because having a view of the city from my bed, in my opinion, would be nicely complimented with flowers.

I have also decided to gradually descend back in to veganism.
Wish me luck.

<3

Devil town

Daniel Johnston show was last night.

I gotta tell ya, that man is AMAZING.
It was me, Joe, Carl, and Dave. 

It's practically impossible NOT to have fun with them.



It was everything I hoped it would be,

complete with two bottles of Mountain Dew to calm his nerves on stage, 

trembling hands, stumbling over words and sheer confusion.

He is one hell of a performer. It's really nice to go to a show where

people aren't moshing and throwing shit onstage and just acting like idiots

(DUDE, WATCH ME GRAB THAT CHICK'S TITS.)

I only got two pictures and about 3 seconds of crappy video, but just 

being there was enough.

Because, let's face it, it doesn't seem like he's gonna be alive for much longer.

(That's horrible, sorry.)



We also got snow yesterday.

Enough snow that schools were out early.

I feel bad for the places that never get snow. Even the people who totally hate

it who get it still know what it's like to experience snow.



I woke up this morning with three hickeys from three different people.

Attn: Couples of the world

Dear couples of the world,

Hi. My name is Z. First of all, let me preface this by saying I support you one hundred percent, as long as you're happy. I haven't exactly had the best share of what you have, but I'm not bitter at all about it. Really, it's fine. I don't want one anymore.
However, I feel it would be a disservice to humanity if I didn't express my discomfort with something.
It's more than fine to be in love and want to touch each other and show the world how happy you are and all. I'm TOTALLY fine with that. However, I would like you to refrain from necking.
Particularly in the "secluded" sections of my bookstore. I can still see you. Oh yes, I can see you; groping and all. I can practically make out every complete revolution of one tounge around the other (I could count them if I wanted to. Which I don't.)
I'm not saying you have to behave a la "Buffalo '66" ("We are the couple that does not touch. We love each other very much, we span time together, but we do not touch each other") but PLEASE take your necking/fondling/grinding/foreplay behind closed doors (or at least to places that you KNOW are secluded).
Hand-holding? Fine! I do it, too!
Quick pecks on the cheek and/or lips? Aww, how sweet!
Playful (and BRIEF) grab-assing/titty-play? Oh, you.
Makey-outy handfuls-'o-fleshy fun time? GTFO.

It's time you know that when me and my bespeckled friend with a breifcase stare at you in disgust, we are actually staring AT YOU. Not behind you, not to the side of you. AT YOU, YOU HORNDOGS.

Yours,
Z Von Dexter

This has been the worst experience of my life. EVER.

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
so, i had the worst experience of my life today.

S**** says:
You had to look at my face?

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
shutup!! you're soooooooooooooooooooooo fucking pretty.

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
you already knew that, though

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
but anyway

S**** says:
I love you.

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
i love you, too

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
i got this tiny sliver of plastic lodged in the roof of my mouth. i couldnt get it out, so i was sticking my finger down my throat and trying to pull it out. i poked some weird thing in my throat and it made me puke. and that stung a LOT.

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
so by that time, the plastic was almost coming through my nostril, and i kept on having to puke and it hurt so unbelievably bad

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
and it's still in there, it just isnt bothering me anymore

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
that was such an attractive story.

S**** says:
=[[[

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
hahahaha

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
i was laughing about it afterwards

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
but it was soooo awful!

S**** says:
Lol.

Jello Biafra Von Dexateer [And in the dark, we will take off our clothes][ ] says:
i dont even care how gross it is, it needs to be told hahaha


.........................................
There it is.
It was the single worst thing I've ever had to go through in my entire life.
I'll let you know when (and if) the plastic comes out.

<3

Anal.

I've been listening to the same damn Echo and the Bunnymen song and stomping my feet on the floor for the past hour because it's all I can do to keep from crying.
I miss being young and happy and virginal.
I was still in school and I saw my best friend every day. We'd come home, hang out til she had to leave, then I'd call my boyfriend at the time at 9 and we'd talk for hours.
I was so unbelievably happy. You could never know.

Today, I looked at my old Xanga for the first time in 2 years, for laughs. I ended up going so far back that I read my entries from when J***** and I were dating. I remembered every single day of those six months or so disgustingly well. I remember the silly bus rides home with Mary, the Panic! Squad (this club my friends and I had back when we loved Panic! At The Disco.), The Bookstore Crew, Pizza Fridays, coffee at Gleaner's, South Street after school, talking with Mary in the back of the bus (where only the cool kids sat) about me and J*****'s awkward sexual encounters and just random, silly things.
I miss the schoolbus. I miss Mr. Bus Driver. I miss him calling me "Pockets". I miss him buying us pizza and popsicles on Fridays. I miss going over the bump in the road and me and A. B. getting hit in the face with our knockers every day. I miss Mary going to the same school as me. A lot.
I miss Mary, period.

I also miss how J***** and I used to be. He was part of some of the best days of my life. I can't say I want him back. I just want those days back. I miss him ending every blog entry with "Love ya, C***a <3". I miss that first day we drove two hours to his house to meet him for the first time. That was pure magic.

I'm talking to a friend who I haven't seen or spoken to since 2nd grade.
I miss being tiny.

Hey, blog. I missed you.

I like things right now.
Things are nice.

The other day, I bought a pair of stereo speakers for ipods and mp3 players for 5 bucks.
I spent a total of $20.00 that day on things that I really needed. I borrowed $1.50 from Jinx for dinner at Peking Duck in Chinatown.
I've gotten most of my letter-writing and present-sending to people who I owe mail/presents to.

I also have a friend named Bill. He's by far one of the coolest people I know/have ever come across. Ever.

New Jersey was nice. I found two crab shells and a baby stingray pouch.
Brian [my autistic baby brother] now knows how to say my name and who I am.

It makes me not feel so cold and sad for a bit. :P

P.S. I really love Pavement. "In The Mouth A Desert" should explain why.