yer mom.

looks like ill be going to california next week for like two days. why am i going to drive twelve hours there and twelve hours back? cus why the fuck not. i'm bored of arizona and even if it's for a stupid day it's a stupid day not spent in stupid arizona. that's fucking why.


you know whats super insane awesome? talking to old friends and they say shit like "i never thought i'd see the day when 'marilyn' mejia would settle in one spot and not be out there living to the fullest". man! thanks guy! 


now i'm ordering a bunch of shit off that site etsy.com because it's fucking adorable and i am stupid enough to pay twenty bucks for petrified cupcake sprinkled jewelery. 


oh yeah and i finally got sick of mike bugging the shit out of me every single day since the day i told him "fine, trade your truck in for a jeep" stupid mistake on my part cus then he was like no i want a bike, just kidding ill work on my truck. nevermind can i have a car i can make fast and get thirty speeding tickets from and then become a quadriplegic from some stupid racing accident? so i was like you know what fuck it. i'm in the process of letting go any life hold ups so yeah. go for it. i dont give a fuck anymore. so i went with him to go look at the piece of shit car he's looking into buying. it's a piece of shit. it is probably evidence in some unsolved murder crime but it's cheap and it's the beginning of rebuilding his dream car (rebuilding because he already built one while he was with his last slut girlfriend and then a car crashed into it and destroyed it. just like that.)
so if it seems like i've become a complete junkie and sound like i'm wasting away IT IS BECAUSE I AM.


i just responded to that friend 'i got bills now, brah. and dont have the comforts of falling back on the army if i fuck up. it's the sad truth but i grew up'. 


what. the. fuck.


anyways i was so goddamned lazy this morning i completely said f off to my alarm and probably almost inadvertently quit my job (if i was ever late for sleeping in, instead of owning up to it and working in shame, i would play it off like i did it on purpose and come into work and say i quit. peace.) and now i look like shit for it. i didn't straighten or curl my hair. it's in a side ponytail with two tiny braids. i look like a retard. 
also, i've been having the most weird fucked up dreams ever and i wake up ultra confused. the one two nights ago was awesome. i invented something. an interactive museum where the art actually physically interacts with you. it was kind of like a scary halloween house, actually. and the art was by banksy and downstairs there was an ice bar. outside there was a graveyard, but the bodies were on the outside of their graves. and they were all mannequins. 
also, i invented a psychological term. "the cain effect". i'm still trying to figure out what the fuck it means.




later gaters!