i had a pretty weird week. it all started because of my damn dentist. i went in for my monthly tightening. whilst lying on her uncomfortablely hard chair with her annoying bright evil dentist light shinning directly in my face and my mouth wide open wondering if my breath smells like pop tarts, i heard her mumble the word pink a couple of times. i couldnt understand why she had a painting of sadisticly happy looking children on her ceiling. is it supposed to appeal to children. like how clowns are supposed to make them happy when we all know that all clowns are secretly evil and they thrive on thinking about murdering children in the most gruesome ways while maintaining an evil smile on their faces. yeah i got it all figured out. i was also extremely uncomfortable because i was having a blocked nose and so i couldnt breathe through my nose and i didnt know if people breathed through their mouth while having their teeth checked. they dont right? that would be like someone breathing on your hands. that doesnt sound very pleasant. huge dilemma. anyway i eventually decided to take deep breaths everytime she took her hands out of my mouth, i am really not ready to become part of the force. pink pink pink, she went on. i was utmost confused at this point. while catching my breath in the little breaks i got, i asked why she kept saying pink. she then took a mirror and gave it to me. and to my horror my braces were pink. hot fucking pink. in total dismay i almost choked on air. i mean pink is alright on peoples tongues and a few other things but i am completely against smiling colours. pink is not as repulsive as well turquoise but nevertheless its bad. maybe a few notches below hitler and child pornography. just a few. luckily i managed to catch my breath and ask her to remove the horrible pink bullshit.

last week my cousins friend was killed. he was just a kid. sec 1 i think. sad. very sad.

i guess im lucky that no one close to me has ever passed away. or does that make me unlucky. the more time i spend with them, the closer we get, the harder it is. well i had an uncle who died when i was a kid but that was it. i didnt even know what was happening. i guess its better that way. to be young and clueless. im like an unbaked cookie. i have no idea what its like to lose someone. ok im not sure how thats linked to a cookie but it is. i know it is. i just thought of it a minute ago.

i believe that we should eat all the mcdonalds, drink all the coke and smoke the weed we want cause we're gonna die anyway. and when my time comes, i will finally be able to verify with kurt cobain that courtney killed him so my immense hate for her would finally be justified. maybe i could wear a brown robe and listen to confucious preach to all his confuci-nisters. i could even come back as a ghost, tie up the people i dont like, spread honey all over their feet and then release red ants on them. the huge kind which attacked me when i was a kid aha see dying is not so bad.