i forgot, this is lizzy's blog, in case you want to be as obsessed with her as i am. one other thing i forgot, i also started watching deadwood because she likes it so much. lizzy, this is a confession for you: i like it, but i like carnivale way more. i see how you could be crazy for calamity jane and all the swearing, although my personal favorite is the widow garrett (the more conniving she is, the better i like her), but i am just hooked on that crazy supernatural shit and i love clea duvalle (leftover from how every time i see "but i'm a cheerleader" i think maybe i could be a lesbian [i can't, i've never even really tried and i still know that]).
anyway, admitting that i am really into pretending to be lizzy when she's not around felt pretty good. admitting things to the internet is not that hard, and even though i'm pretty sure there's not a whole lot of things that are secretly true about me that aren't secretly true about millions of other people, i've decided to get a few more off my chest.
sometimes i have fantastical, mildly violent fantasies about people i severely dislike. my roommate for junior and senior years sort of decided that she'd outgrown me, and started knowing absolutely everything and getting whiplash from how hard she looked down at me. of course, i reacted defensively, which made the situation much fiercer than it would have been had i sat her down and talked about how ANGRY she made me. i think i sort of understood this, because my recurring fantasy in this situation was shooting her through the neck with a crossbow - not to puncture an artery or anything, just to nail her to the wall through her vocal cords so i could give her a serious talking-to without any crappy backtalk. when jake and i broke up for about a week and i suspected one of his fellow philosophy majors of trying to get with him, i imagined pushing her down, putting on some enormous boots, and stepping on her womb, which would crack just like an eggshell. when jake made out with another girl while i was away, i imagined scalping her - not in a bloody way, but in a way where her hair would peel off like the back of a sticker and i would have a trophy and she would have humiliation. wow, maybe i am crazy! i think a lot of other crazy things too, but maybe that should be all for today.
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for one thing: i like the widow garrett way more than calamity jane. not that i am not into the swearing. i just think laudmum (how do you even spell that?) is a way better thing to be addicted to than whiskey. also, i love carnivale with my whole heart which is why the fact that it ended the way it did, when so so so much more needed to happen, kind of broke me up a little. also: i really want to f the sheriff and ben. maybe together i don't know. penultimate: i'm sitting in the library and reading your blog made me want to ask you if you wanted to take a break and go outside. last: shit i had some lc or fiction or samuel johnson gossip i thought but now it's gone. WHEN ARE YOU COMING TO VISIT ME!!??!
and i remembered: if you search "jonas lerman" on google, my blog is about the fifth site that comes up. i know. it's awesome.
holy shit.
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