how to be anorexic

how to be happyhad dinner with a pretty girl who said when she blogs sometimes she’ll write something so real so raw so true that she has to write a new post right afterwards to

push it down a little.

lets hope all of your posts today, america, are ones you feel the urge to

push it down a little.

and double for you canadah

bad day yesterday. coulda been worse i guess. coulda cost money. coulda required stitches. coulda been permanently damaged. coulda involved the authorities. coulda scarred me for life. instead it was just hella annoying. if bukowski taught me one thing its not to whine in your writing. in that one documentary it was sad to see him uptight and kicking at his wife with the camera rolling. those beautiful strong legs he was so proud of were being used as weapons.

xbi used to say dont use gods gifts as weapons but they were a sarcastic lot so you werent always sure if they were pulling your leg or reinforcing some brainwashing or simply laying it out there. plus they werent as religious as youd like em to be. the organization as a whole was mixed, but for the most part they believed in God but wasn’t so sure about the arrangement. i was sure and they didnt like it. how can you be sure one of em would ask.

how can you ever be sure about anything.

does she really love you? are you truly doing the right thing? is your instinct right this time cuz it sure as hell wasnt last time? did you count 6 or 7? were you just lucky last time? and the time before? can you really do this at your age? should you have had that extra beer?

i was all i dont know how im sure.

i was never sure as a skateboarder but that worked out ok.

i was never sure as a teenage street racer but that ended up aight.

and for damn sure i wasnt sure about prom

or going to europe alone

or driving through the hood alone

or walking in hollywood that night.

listening to the trannys say

this is how to be pretty ok