This is why I'm a bad writer, y'all! I just get too distracted too easily, when I find new cool things to do. Like Discord now. Jajaja. I wrote about it yesterday, or was it the day before -- and here I am, still logged into it, just zoning out and riding the wave.
I have joined numerous channels now, dedicated to all sorts of shit, talked to all sorts of heads, and even started my own, dedicated to Azealia Banks, where I've given myself the opportunity to play with some robots! In fact...if anyone does read this weirdo blog (and it doesn't seem anyone does) I'll even post the Discord link for you, to my little private server, so you can talk to me, if you want. Though I doubt anyone will, cause I think this blog is just as lonely as my f'n hard drive! In any regard, here it is: https://discord.gg/N568h3p
Getting on Discord is very easy. You can run it from your browser or your iPhone, and then you just click that link and badaboom badabang!
But yeah, I'm liking it so, so much and it's definitely helping my mind stray from evil Jen (and other various evil things of my life, like, for instance, the uncle who I just literally jogged across town to escape seeing).
Speaking of Jen, however, y'all might remember how I wrote the other day, of her text that came to my phone, in regards to Kate Spade's suicide. 130 plus days no contact with Jen, she has not received a single message from me, and she sends me a link to Kate's suicide. And now today I'm thinking about it all again because, oddly enough, there's been another pop culture suicide, except this time it's a male, and it's Anthony Bourdain, that famous travel chef or whoever he is.
Wanna know why its weird, so far as it concerns Jen? Cause Jen was super super obsessed with cooking and she also loved cable TV so, certainly she must have known Anthony Bourdain, and is maybe "grieving" his death in her own freaked out way. I don't cook myself (too poor baby) but I still have my own weird connection to Bourdain: He was a fan, as am I, of Wiliam Burroughs, and in one epside of his show, I know that he traveled to Tangier, which was Willie's fave locale back in the 50s et cetera. I never watched the episode; I just know of it, from doing WIlliam research. I'm a bit freaked out, really, that Bourdain kiled himsefl. My guess is that maybe he was sick or something and didn't feel like living in a hospital bed? I dunno. Kind of reminds me of this scene from a recent Woody Harrelson movie i watched -- oh yeah Three Billboards -- where he gets terminal cancer, and then blows his own head off, with a black bag covering his face. On the black bag he...nevermind. Depressing. I dont wanna talk about SUICIDE!
I want to talk about ... oh how about the fact that the refrigerator in this house broke? Yes m'am. IT's broken and the folks who live here w/ me were screaming at it, as though that would get it to resurrect, all night last night. I just sort of opened it occasonally and grabbed a warm water. All the food, tons of food, tons of it, went totally bad. My precious Mexican salsa for the endless bags of Tostitos chips i eat....all rotten. Plus my eggs, plus my burger meat, plus my clam chowder. Oh Lord I had just bought the clam chowder thanks to reading Moby Dick. Now its rotten. Like the book (which i haven't looked at in a few days, being me).
Anyways i'm sort of hoping someone might wind up joining this Azealia Banks Appreciation Discord server I've given life to. It doesn't matter if you want to discuss Azealia at this point. Just pop in and say you read my blog and I'll be fucking AMAZED. Cause I seriously don't believe anyone real looks at this. I just throw messages out here for myeslf really. Lol.
The sound notifcation keeps going off on this thing and I don't know why. Gonna have to figure that out. I'm in so many servers so I never know where its coming from.
Ciao for now tho, my lovelies. -- Bambina Bankz
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