I really miss MixWit. I think maybe a small virtual part of me died when that site shut the fuck down. Life is sort of boring when you are always listening to your own music. It is also sort of expensive because jerks like me cannot wait to own an album or song for free, so it has to bought and delivered immediately. I left my camera’s memory card at Colin’s house so I don’t have any new photos for you guys. I guess this will just have to be a boring post with only words. God forbid there only be words. Ugh.
Colin does not like it when I post photos of his messy barf, but I guess he should only document barfnastyness on his camera if he does not want to deal with me highlighting gross shit like barf. Colin will read this and then contact me and be like I DO NOT LIKE BEING ON YOUR BLOG ANYMORE. I suppose this could be solved if I did not write about him, but then he would keep reading to see if I would write about him. My solution is to try and post many, many photos of barf and say they all belong to him even though I am just going to find them on the internet.
Whoa, tomorrow I fly to NYC for Comic Con. Maybe you’re wondering to yourself what I might be doing out there. Well, I guess the best way to explain it is DRINKIN’ SMOKIN’ STRAIGHT WEST COASTIN’. Oh, wait, that’s not the west coast. Whatever. I’m covering it for some websites I write for and I am also going there to do some work with a friend on an unname project that is going to rival the awesomeness that is my TEETS.
Ok, I lied about the whole no pictures thing. Instead I will leave you with a photo of Amanda Lepore and her/his terrible case of monsterface. I believe monster face is not contagious, but it has been known to spread rapidly among crows. Ever watch a seemingly attractive chick befriend an ugly monster and slowly morph into a monster as well? Yea, that is a terrible case of the monster face.
My sister used to date this guy and she said he smelled like burning plastic when he sweat. That only made me think about the fact that he probably smelled like burning plastic when he was fucking her. If someone started to smell like burning plastic while fucking me I would probably barf on them. Then I would try and post photos of it on this blog because maybe that is the new direction I am taking things here. BARF BLOG by Sabrina See.
My sister also refers to buring plastic man as “That guy that smells like burning plastic with monster face disease.” I only wish he would read this and know it was him. I guess if he has come to terms with the fact that he needs to alter his diet because of the fact that he smells like burning plastic then he’ll know, otherwise, it’s all up to fate and logic. And let’s assume he is not filled with logic, ok?
