outrage

back in the 1460s, when we started this blog, a major staple of its content, other than inaccurate predictions of what weather GOD would be creating from his magic throne in the sky, was excerpts from our infragroup emailz.
we've seen one today from jules already, but this one just arrived from jenny. to put this in context, jenny currently has 30 kilos of angel dust coursing through her system, and was last seen with her left arm lodged through the windshield of a saab.

her email read, in part:
"he's gonna be pooping on a toilet an i'm just
gonna be all "biznass" and just burst in and be like, "ok. i've got so
many great ideas, but let's hear your base first. like, what have you
come up with since we last met?" and just be a total annoying cunt as
he freaks out because he's sittin' like a lady in a toilet, because
girls and boys poop the same way, except i scream when i poop. and
then i chastize myself for being so low, dirty, and untouchable. i
wipe with my hand and then send it to mike in letters, and it makes
him cry, which makes gabe mad, and that's how one time, i got my tit
cut and my fridge filled with blood, and dirty sheets from the trash.
love,
jenny"