ramblin man

well, i was going to listen to ramblin man while i wrote this because some assfuck told me i rambled when i posted something on facebook earlier. i deleted it because he's probably right.

in my head it all makes sense, though.

like, i decided to listen to nevermind (the album) by nirvana. now i'm thinking of irc and the 90s, but before that i was thinking about how i just had an awesome but disappointing conversation with dan bern on facebook, one of my old favorite musicians who wrote a song about god's responses when asked if he could be spent in time to alter past events like saving kurt cobain from suicide.

my old roommate yva in new york told me kurt would've probably made out with me at a party. i don't think she knew him very well, but she was in a band with his supposed best friend, krist novoselic, who she hates apparently because she thinks he's a racist, which coincidentally is the same reason she's a fucking cunt to me. oh, and she thinks i'm misogynistic because i referred to her as a cunt. fyi, if you piss me off enough, i'm probably going to refer to you as whatever the worst thing i think thank of is to call you, and if you have a vagina (or are a feminine male), would be 'cunt'. not if you're trans though. when alexis arquette pissed me off, i just called her 'robert.' anyway, this is becoming celebrity gossip. i can't remember if i've ever mentioned any of this on my blog. i always forgot to write about shit because i write so rarely.

celebrity gossip. i guess people like that. i don't really have much first-hand juice, since the only other famous people i've ever hung out with were clementine ford (cybil shepherd's daughter), jonathan caouette (writer/director of tarnation)... god both of them suck. well jonathan is okay, i guess, even though he conveniently never mentioned that he had a significant other until i got to his birthday party. and clementine called me a drama queen, which is funny because at least my drama has never been in a tabloid. anyway.

oh, i met mary waranov and some other warhol superstars at my friend robert's party (holly woodlawn's archivist). i mentioned about getting some coke, and they all said they hadn't done any since the 70s. nice ladies, though.

and i got kicked out of rage in west hollywood with colleen and joss stone for smoking weed. i don't know why colleen isn't trying to communicate with me. i mean she hung out with me for a few days when josh died. her aunt was the emt that took me to greenleaf when i was 1013d a few weeks ago after my dad beat the fuck out of me blah blah blah i don't feel like going into it.

fuck my finger hurts.

i quit.