“People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing,
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin,
When I say that I'm o.k. they look at me kind of strange,
Surely you’re not happy now you no longer play the game,

People say I'm lazy, dreaming my life away,
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me,
When I tell that I'm doing Fine watching shadows on the wall,
Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball?

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
I just had to let it go,

People asking questions lost in confusion,
Well I tell them there's no problem,
Only solutions,
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind,
I tell them there's no hurry...
I'm just sitting here doing time,

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
I just had to let it go.”--JL


All the rumors you’ve heard are true...

Unlike the people that leave for a few minutes, just to come back and get their backs patted...i’m blowing this pop stand...forever...

These past six months have been a pretty surreal blast, i’ve encountered the most interesting group of people, in the history of existence...i wish them exactly what they deserve...

For the select few that i’ve had the joy of conversing regularly with, I thank you from the bottom of my soul-less heart...you have taught me more things than any ‘real’ conversation could convey...i might not be online as often, but my feelings will never change for you...feel free to email me, i’d love to know how everyone is doing...i really do care about you...you are beautiful people...

I promised you some burned cd’s...they’ll be in the mail soon...it’s my last hat tip to my old stomping grounds...

The Stoner Chronicles has had it’s share of popularity, and it was fun while it lasted. But it’s time to be real, start going out more and becoming a semi-normal functioning human being again. I think i’ll always be a Kids fan, but i’m far grown out of my infatuation stage...i have to start obsessing about my own career. My own troupe is starting to solidify, and our site will be up soon, i hear...

That, and I think it's good to announce that i've been lying...i've never smoked marijuana in my entire life, because i care about my education, and my family, and my future...


I think I made it to the top of kithfandom...and just like a Partridge family E! True Hollywood Story, I hit rock bottom...having Scott Thompson himself comment on one of my kithie encounters (perhaps one of the most negative ones ever documented, regardless of the he said/she said bullshit...i know what *really* happened, and if i still didn’t respect him as one of the funniest people i’ve ever seen, i might have taken legal action against his statements)...from the little road trips, to the coastal plane rides, from the Rainbow Bridge border, to Blaine, BC speed bumps, it was worth every penny...coming from a godless girl, meeting my idols is much like going to Jerusalem...

I was wrong for voicing how lame some of you are, it really shouldn’t be my concern...in ten years, if I jump online, I know i’ll see the same old people, babbling about the same old shit, just like you’ve been for the *last* ten years, and i’ll still feel really bad that I ever made fun of someone’s deep rooted anti-social existence.

For the record, I love Bruce McCulloch, and always will. If he starts up some sort of message board, i’ll be one of the five in line :), (God knows the majority of the ng openly hates him) and i’ll probably post occasional replies to friends/interesting comedic discussion, or even just to defend brucio on alt.kith, as beastly as it can get...

I used to care about what people thought, it was a real peek into cult culture...one small piece of comedy will be a few people’s repeating life theme...

Go ahead and keep pushing people out, until you’re the only people left that care, because it was inevitable to begin with. You all know, deep down somewhere, that this is the sole thing that you will be remembered for, and I refuse to make fun of something that truly depressing...

Yes, I am an attention hog, and yes, I do reciprocate with bitch when someone gives me lip...but now, not having the last word is much more rewarding...go ahead and flip out, call my “ISP”::::dorksnork:::::, prove my point, i dare you. A couple of us grew up last night, when will you do the same? That question is for you to decide...

And now the site meter, and the guestbook and the commenter don’t matter...it used to be a blast, back in the day, when I would check and see who had read it...it was light-hearted, and sparked a few ideas for an even bigger project i’m in the process of working on...

This little blog captured some very important memories that might change my life, in the long run...but for now, it’s quitting time...i might update the links every once in a while, but i’m not going out of my way anymore to oppose/appease other people...anything i do, will be for my own amusement, like it should have been...

From now on, I won’t have to worry about stepping on egg shells, i’ll have a private journal of some sort, where I won’t ever have to censor myself for people who were never invited to join in on my love, in the first place...

We’re dropping like flies Himelfarb...you better release that PPV soon...

Goodbye dear Stoner Chronicles...shall I be a hypocrite, and return once again?

I suppose that’s my choice...as it always has, and always will be...

have fun, kids...and, “don’t forget to take your pills”

i just found out, one year ago today, I graduated high school...ironic, eh?

peace,
bella
ps: if i missed anything, i’m sure my livejournal will listen to any complaints :)

Most days, I find that assholes are funnier than cunts...

On Thursday, Flippin Wench, and I went to go pick up Hancock from work (she owed us several hot fudge sundaes...passing up ice cream would be almost as sacreligious in the stoner community, as say, fucking yourself with a statue of the Virgin Mary).

We were on Niagara St., going the regular speed limit, and hadn't smoked since we had left the Beav. These giant Suzuki's were right next to us, popping up and making a scene in the opposite lane. Apparently, I was not the only person fixated on the spectacle, because the guy in front of us, slammed on the brakes in his BIG ASS Buick, faster than we could stop. We smashed head first into him, and for a brief moment, I thought my head had fallen off...

Like the total stoner that I am, I had terrible dreams about the situation the whole night. If we didn't have our seat belts on, things could and would have been a lot worse, and if we were stoned, it could have been fatal. I've been dodging bullets my whole life, and yet everytime I get that urge to start questioning my beliefs, I disprove all points once again, and just end up depressed...

A few minutes after everything happened, the guy tried to get away without exchanging information, he probably didn't have any insurance, and mentioned something about it being his brother's car. We were so shaken, we had grabbed his license plate number, and drove back to my house, waiting for my uncle to show up and figure out all the damages, and forgot to look around the car to see if anything important had fallen off. I ended up going with Reno to pick Hancock up from work, making a few 'listen to what happened to me' phone calls that I think are only allowable in circumstances like a car accident, or anything equally detrimental.

Once Oshawa got out of work, we all met up at the bar across from Starbucks, got stoned and played hunky touch match games in the corner. I was overly excited about the CD selection in the jukebox, playing at least three songs on Phantom Power, some classic Clapton, and Marley...

My new favorite song, is Bob Dylan's "Hurricane"...i haven't stopped listening to it since Flippin Wench burned it on her spiffy Sony Vaio...

Today unintentionally became our smoked out day of the month...we made some super special brownie snacks, and then bought a bucket of wings, that we devoured in less than ten minutes...

I've decided to amuse myself with more worthwile competition, because most days, I find that assholes are funnier than cunts...

I told myself that I wouldn't read anymore blogs, and start catching up on some worthwile literature, but this one rocked my senses...I've been there a million times, so I might consider myself more of a native, than an onlooker. I've never encountered such a brilliant tourist interpretation of the place...it's so surreal, to think that sort of atmosphere would attract people drawn to a natural wonder...

Brucio.com was finally updated just a tad bit, I'm really excited about seeing how it's going to turn out...after examining Craig's blog, and The Hip's page, it's no wonder Bruce wants a piece of the action. The Boo Quintet has decided we're going to start selling Fabio t-shirts, (oh and from now on in, any anal shots will get you removed from the bruce fan list, for, at least five seconds...before I laugh and throw you a chocolate graham cracker for your merits)...

I talked to this lovely lady tonight on the telephone, she sounded very "Hollywood". I learned that her dog was a moron, and she had never seen real falling snow...this tempts me to send her a cooler full one day, and throw her dog a bone too, for her K9 is triflin...

And before I go, for time only knows how long, I'll address a few final things...

Sometimes, I'll sit outside with a stolen cigarette, and a glass of diet iced tea, and wonder how beautiful people can feel so terrible about themselves. I know what it's like to go through the "ugly" stage, but now that i'm becoming more comfortable in most situations, I can't help but think about the sort of advice I might give to a kid that's going through a lot of what I did at their age. Telling someone to love themselves, is like giving advice on physical taste...it can't be done...

Last week we decided that we had grown out of a certain phase, and the next day, we were back to gossiping, like two little squirrels gathering nuts...Things are always going to be that way...if there wasn't fluctuation, there wouldn't be any conflict...

And you know how much I love conflict...apparently, someone loves it more than I, but as we say in the super secret group, sometimes, the jar needs to be open for some people to apply the vaseline...

Eu sou certo que eu estou indo comeÁar o tiro para dizer isto, mas agora que o disclaimer est· acima, e eu fiz os apologies que ninguÈm aceitados, qualquer um que tem algo me dizer podem sugar meu penis. A menos que eu for confundido uma vez outra vez, que no caso eu deixarei o c„o inoperante descansar na paz...

na outra notÌcia, o OSHAWA tem um blog!, e como minha irm„, eu tenho que plug o cada possibilidade que eu comeÁo! Vai o Stoner!

i love the world...

The tombraider reminded me to get off my lazy ass, and post something....here goes:

The job front still looks rather bleek. I can't say i've been checking under every golf course, but I need some money desperately...

I can't think of anything interesting, and for lack of better conversation...i'll end it here...off to smoke one.... in memory of you, Dom Hasek...


back to chain gang...

the question of the day is:

if you had green hair, and wore unattractive t-shirts...what would you eat for lunch, and why?

Sara...back to you...(GET A FUCKING BLOG!...and stop sending me skimpy pictures of yourself with a gun...)

first...maybe black is just a little too dark...

second...i just realized i ALREADY have a good jewish last name...

someone made my mind float back to my very first visit...to the very first starbucks coffee shop...there's this bitch with saggy tits on the emblem...more importantly...it's the only SB i've been to that doesn't have a bathroom ...

this is the second day in a row where friends have smoked us...and i found that we've been paying about twenty bucks more for smoke, than we should...we've got the hook up now...1/2 for 40 bucks...not fucking bad...

i'm almost done with my project, I think some people will be very pleased with it...my grandmother won't know what's goin on...

did you know that seven year old's can have schizophrenia?...like...seriously, what little kid that you know doesn't act highly over-erratic?

i think i'm going to make the internet's first jewish name generator...i can imagine how many people online each day think to themselves "i wonder what color my hair would be, if i were jewish...better yet...i wonder what my name would be"

i found a lot of attractive kith fans that would love to have me display their picture on my blog, so...i guess it's funnier than the latter...we shall see...

i'm so excited about this genius creating our ultimate webpage...things are finally starting to come together on that front...

my fucking guestbook isn't working... Dre , hook me up?

speaking of side kicks, i finally sent out her package...

i've decided to add a question of the day...so people i hate could interact with me, while name-browsing my blog...or people that love me, could give me subliminal report without being eaten by a grizzly bear...

my new side-kick, the Tombraider, will need to be told publicly several times to get a fucking blog, so that she can be my partner in crime...between me, her , the kinky chicago, and my texas whore...no one is safe...

Last Sunday, Ryonce, Barbie and I were driving down Elmwood Ave., when we noticed a grocery store...i stuck a few carrots up my ass...and on our way back, we noticed our bestest friend, Kagalicious, and her first captain, Caputs in the car behind us. That same afternoon, we had puchased a sparkly stone dog and a few other tidbits from Amvets. We were, in fact, so proud of our new edition, that we took several pics of him, sitting buckled up, next to the gas station, hanging out the window, etc., etc....I think this has been my one designated week for royally pissing people off, because when the Saturn(which is much safer than a jetta, or at least i think so...) pulled into my driveway, the super troopers notched in right behind us.

Picture me, fucked out of my mind on black people tree (not to be confused with term 'pot', that no one cool uses anymore), wearing a neon orange old person cap, complete with a few white feathers, holding a ceramic wolf with one ear, quipping short change at her like a monk on LSD.

These are what we might describe in time as "The Good Ol Days". I mean, granted no feelings were *really* hurt, It was quite enjoyable, especially affter the bitter realization we had to overcome several weeks ago when we learned that she would be moving to California as early as next January...

I guess she thought that we were directly taking pictures of her, but that isn't entirely true. Although we were directing the flash towards her, we merely thought that she would serve as a great background drop for our new pet...So fuck off, fraggle rock...

*****side note****several nights ago, after returning from a raucous evening of smoke and jubilance, i ran inside to check my mail, and peruse some blogs(some of them are much like a train wreck...you just *have* to see what's going to happen next)...i mean, why wouldn't someone want their picture advertised?...i've been advertising certain pictures for MONTHS now...I thought they liked it...god knows i love them...no biggie...i suppose they're all a bit like Kag...they're self-concious...hell, i'm just trying to boost self-esteem levels here...i'm like jesus with a blunt...bellini and thompson would sit in their apartment and get stoned, and write a bunch of shit...that would eventually become 1/5th of the kids in the hall...but all of a sudden...being a pothead makes us losers...well friends, marijuana promotes the peace...scott said it...******

It was pouring rain out, and i wasn't getting out of the car because :

a. my feathers would have melted
b. i'm a big fat woos(i think they call it a pacifist these days)
c. oh yes...i'm not trashy, although i do trash people publicly...

She had planted herself on my front steps, and refused to leave until she had the roll of film, all the while this literal monsoon is washing the whole situation a bit dirtier.

Sometimes I really wish all the kithies lived a few blocks away from me..now *that* would be a fun summer...

BRUCE BLESS AMERICA

Dr. Dre, you up for a barbeque or something?