Katio called me...i was very stoned...and yesterday my mother said..."you know...someone claiming they were Bruce McCulloch called you..." and i'm like "yea...that was katie...she's from LA" and my mom is like "AHHH...okay"...

No one ever emails me, or even fucking calls anymore...

For the past three days (cover your eyes, all of you), i've been laying around, eating CheddarWurst sausages (don't knock it until you've fucking tried them...all that cheese, all that meat...dear god, i'm getting wet), and masturbating to old Lifetime movies...

And the phone would ring, and I'd have to jump off the couch, and race into the kitchen, apparently the cordless dropped in the toilet yesterday, while i was attempting to dry myself with a washcloth...because the towels we're in the living room, and i didn't feel like bounding naked through the house with the front door open. And when I get to the phone..."Hello, is someone not named Bella there..."

Fuck you, Sprint...

I've been having less stoner moments, not because i've developed a form of smoking that eliminates the loss of short term memory...I just haven't had the money to buy any smoke, or cigarettes, or food, or whatever else is required as a stoner (cheap wheelchairs, useless car accessories, condoms, etc., etc.)

This is a bunch of pointless rambling...i really need some dick...

I need some booty...anyone offering?

I won't pay again...it's below me...

"I'm a fool to do your dirty work...oh yea...."

Hey, wouldn't it be cool if Lynn and I reinacted Paula Abdul's "Opposites Attract" video?

I suppose i would have to be the cat...

For the first time in a couple of weeks, i'm starting to feel creative again. After looking over the notebook, i've found thirty new ideas for sketches. This is both demanding, and exciting, as I thought for a second there...I had lost all sense of...shit, what was i saying?

We'll be out on the porch smoking tonight, under a tarp...feel free to join us...but don't touch my fucking Doritos...

Which
KITH are you most like? 


Big fucking suprise :)

Oh yeah, and Cristina FUCKING ROCKS!

it's MONDAY? :::::::looks around the room:::::::

where the fuck have i been?

oh, aren't things going better and worse...i've started talking to Ryonce again, we're turning his bedroom into the "Blast from the Past" underground setup, complete with astroturf, and fake windows...

I've met a new person, and...i hope things work out?

I'll probably go on a little mini vacation to see Oshawa, for reasons that i won't speak about online...

I guess only one person wants my porkchops...thank you for the apology...

I guess this is it for a while...wish me luck...

lynisse, sweet godess of the Eastern Seaboard...i hope to talk to you soon...

according to this, we could even hire Scott to sit on my couch, and tell jokes ...

this is sincere as this little Stoner gets...no motive, no guns...just, i'm over it...let's be over it together...

I'm Sorry,I'm Sorry, I'm sorry, i'm sorry, I'm sorry, i'm sorry
I'm sorry...

let's end it tonight, eh?

If i had a jet plane right now...we'd all be singing Marvin Gaye in Jamaica somewhere...

you know what? all of this is ridiculous...come on over to my house...all of you, and IM DEAD SERIOUS this time!

Serra, you and I could drive up to get Sarah, and she could buy Erin's plane ticket, which means she'd have no problem getting a hold of Gina and Tavie. Steve could drive his gremlin up to Rochester, pick up Beth and Nathan. Then you could caravan up to my house, Kitana can stay at my house while we're gone, and set everything up...i'll make porkchops, and we can watch The Holy Grail, listen to some Sloan, and the Hip, and we could all be fat together...

Lynn *already* lives with me, and Katio will be in Minnesota this summer...Sara would have no problem coming down, and Kat has a car...

Even that guy that I don't know of who said all that stuff about being old, i'll give him a buckey pillow to sit on, he's invited too...

I'm not joking people, i'm really not...i would entertain you for hours, i have some power Yoga tapes, and Liz could bring her Brain Candy workprint...

this is so fucking stupid...i don't want to reciprocate everytime someone kicks me off of AOL(which happens quite often, and for many different reasons...you're making me out to be a real legend, you know this?...), I want all of us to get along...i'm not trying to get close to the Kids in the Hall...i think i've been close enough, thank you very much...

I'm done being the asshole...well not done, but i'm not all that bad of a person, really...i just overreacted, over something pretty ridiculous, and it balooned out of proportion...

I'm not joking at all, i have a nice big apartment, and as long as Natalie promises not to molest me in the middle of the night...you're all welcome

you're all welcome...please take my apology and let's end all of this mindless banter...

life is too short...let's live it up at my house...i've got lots of alcohol, and lots of meat, and lots of cheese, and lots of, what do you call it?...TREE

who's in?

somene can't let it go...but you know what?

i'm not gonna let this go, for anything...

i'm NOT GOING ANYWHERE, kids...

if any of you would like to know my new URL...you can play with my nipples, and i'll give you a quarter...

testing, testing...one two three

Katio is a doll...go read her journal, located in my links section...

she praises me...which is obviously something Bella isn't quite used to just yet....

but, i know i'm loved by few, instead of acquainted by many...

And Lynnise...well...she knows she's my home skillet...and although i'm still doing my "once a week" internet thing...i think this is the only way i can communicate with my peeps when i'm not around all that often...

I've stopped talking to Ryonce almost completely...as far as I'm concerned, he's been eaten by a pack of baby bison's, been shit out, and is now fertilizing some Maui Wowie that I will smoke on a beach in Jamaica one day...

that's what people get for talking the smack...

Joe actually blogged (he's also located in the links section)...he's off to NYC tomorrow, and i hope he doesn't get blown up...

I miss my texas lover Sara(she's not located in the links section, because she probably...has a life? :))...i hope she's making those brucio brownies I asked for...

off to go smoke one for that guy from The Who...and my favorite goil, Sarah...i love you baby, smooches

"you bring the lube
and i'll bring the Chanel
la la...la la"--bella

and for the record...i'm doing this for you, Flippin Wench....:)

"no one cares"--anonymous

well...if you put it that way...

SOD THE FUCK OFF...

i'm back, and me and lynn are like puerto rican peas and carrots...

somebody's gettin the shits tonight :)