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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Shit Sucks Then You Die

Basically nothing is going right. I haven't gotten into college unlike everyone else. The sister is home. That sucks. What will be known as the "College Intervention" really made me feel like shit. As if it was supposed to make me feel better. Also, Georgia never blogs anymore. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I'm the lone wolf on a path to no where. If someone could give me a road map to my future that would be awesome. thanks.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

WE MADE IT TO 100 POSTS


fuck yes ladies and germs, we made it to 100 posts.

You know that feeling when you are so comfortable with someone you can sing in front of them, badly in the car? Oh and the feeling gets even better when they tell you that you are good? I just needed to brag that I hit that landmine. Yay me.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Midnight in the Morgue

It smells like death. It's dark. I feel like i have been here before but I'm not quite sure. The place is mostly used storage. My boyfriend works in the Fridge. That's what we call it, in the back of the morgue where they put the bodies in cold drawers. I hang out with him after hours. the whole death thing doesn't bother us. Sometimes we open the drawers and look at all the serene faces. The people just look fake. It's weird being the only one alive in a crowd.
It must be weird to switch religions daily. One day Catholic, the next day non denominational. Funeral homes are so ironic when you think about them. First of all, they are not really homes. Second of all they dress up dead people to look "alive". They look like manikins to me. Fucked up manikins. "When I die just bury my as I am. On the top of a hill." He looked up from his news paper. "Ok." Back to the sports section. He didn't like to get too philosophical. He said it made him depressed. I looked at him for a second and asked if he wanted a cigarette. Again he just looked up, "No thanks." Back down, reading.
I never thought my life would come to this. Funeral Home at 2 AM, inhale, exhale. Rings float up and disappear. The funeral home is up by the mountains. Weird shit happens in mountains. A guy on a horse just rode by. The first thing that came to mind was "Do you think this guy is a pedophile?". Dropped the end, made a wish, put it out. I make a wish every time I put a cigarette out. Weird habits keep your character alive. I turned to go back inside, walked into a massive spider web. I'm an arachniphobe. Sobbing and hyperventilating i made it back into his office. He was still reading the paper. The paper went down and he got up. I walked up to him and collapsed into his arms.
The next day, he walked me to the car. It was about 9 AM. His shift was over.
"Do you want me to drive you back home?" He looked at me for a good ten seconds, searching for an answer. He finally said "No, I'm going to walk." I pulled out of the parking lot. My back hurt from sleeping on the cot in the middle of the room. He just finished reading the paper when I crashed on the make shift bed. I remember him saying goodnight. He doesn't talk much and I thought it was sweet, almost an "I love you" in a weird way.
Driving home took a long 5 minutes. I turned the radio on. "NO I AM NOT LOOKING FOR A DIVORCE LAWYER!" I turned it off. I parked in the driveway, locked the doors and went in. Just how I left it. "Hey house". I turned on the TV. Flipped the channels. Nothing worth wasting my time on. I moved from room to room almost gracefully, then turned on the shower. I undressed and got in. The front door opened. I paused. Turned the shower off. "Hello?"
"Hey!"
"Give me a second. I'll be right out..."
"Oh you don't need to rush I just wanted to shovel your food in my face."
"God damn it. Why did I give you a key?"
"Fuck you. You need to go to the Trader Joe's down the block, get some real food."
"Not all of us are living off our parent's inheritance..."
"It's a hard job."

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Friends?

I thought I could be friends with the past. It worked for a little while I guess. Still, it was nothing special. We talked almost everyday, the past and I. We laughed like we used to. It felt ok. Everything is all fun and games until someone starts thinking too much. I'm a genuine party pooper. The paranoia took over my brain for a good two days. It wasn't even paranoia, I don't even know how to describe it. (how can you be paranoid about something that already happened?) It was weird.

End of the story, I abandoned ship. I hope I made the "right" decision...

Monday, October 3, 2011

what happens when you google google??

This happens. You get slutty pictures of a search engine. That's what happens when you google anything. Slutty pictures and ugly people. Sad. I have writer's block. It's kind of a big deal to be living with this sickness for too long. I feel fried, totally and completely brain dead. I guess that's what shit does to you.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Lost Paper



I lost you when you went back home. I remember watching you walk down the street, away from me. It was already dark and i got one too many bug bites on each leg. I remember that much. You said something like "if I don't leave, then I cant come back." Somehow I feel like you lied or you were never there to start. I probably imagine our friendship more than anything. Maybe I made you up too.

You said you cared about me and you said all the things that anyone would want to hear. In the end, you make me really really sad. Atleast I'm happy for a good 20 minutes when you come around.. Or atleast until the high wears off.

In short, I always wanted more out of our friendship. Nothing crazy or intimate, mostly just a phone call or a "hey happy birthday!" text. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I wish we were friends.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Who's That WOMAN?!

hello bloggees.
Both members of the garden are present, aren't we George?
That's right Georgia! we are here today, researching LETHAL LADIES~
Such as Lucrezia Borgia and Elizabeth Bathory. I like the idea of becoming one of these women in the near future.
Good thing i'm not a virgin. STOP FARTING!
Ladies and gentlemen, the chair is farting, not I.
Georgia, why don't you tell these fine readers what Elizabeth Bathory is famous for?
She was one of the most beautiful women in the world. She was terrified of aging, and killed 650 beautiful virgins to get their blood and bathe in it in the hopes of gaining youth.
Fantastic, thanks Georgia.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

i made two new friends. one of them i knew from my "previous life". our vibes somehow mixed and now we are tight. they have a different lifestyle that makes them the happiest people on earth. they chose to be homeless. they go where ever, whenever, and come back in the same way. my description of them doesnt nearly do them justice. (i make them sound weird..)

thats about it. i feel good, georgia is good, we all good in da hood. yo.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

people



its funny how much people change in 3 years. this picture was taken when i was a sophomore, just a wee tot in the long view. i sure as hell wouldnt have worn these pants when i was in 8th grade and a mere 2 years later and BAM there they are. people are interesting, ever changing, creatures. i love LOVE that aspect of human kind even though it can be annoying.

Change isnt always good.. sometimes its scary. As much as people themselves change, they hate change when it happens. I personally hate when certain things decide to become different. for example, when my conditioner happens to magically change directions and go in my parents' bathroom. (if someone could explain this phenomenon i would be impressed and forever grateful.) it pisses me off then things dont go the way i want them to. it absolutely infuriates me when people cut me off on the freeway or dont stop at stop signs. Why? because thats how things are supposidly supposed to happen. i guess what i'm really getting at is that there really arent any definite ways to the world. we follow stop signs and signals because we have been told to. (and we dont want to dent our cars) we are creatures of habit and really, thats ok.

Friday, August 19, 2011



I did it. This little ficus is all aloneeee. Player's gotta play. Basically 3 years later and it got ugly. Apparently my age made the MR. uncomfortable. Because you know, my age dramatically changed when I got braces. I went from 17, to 12 in a matter of hours. What ever ladies and gents. I'm not angry, not really that upset anymore. I'm more...I think the correct term would be, "back on top". (no pun intended)



if anyone can find the man in the batman suit, (lack there of) i will give a mighty fine reward and go roller skating... naked. the search is on my friends.



stay thirsty,

George Ficus

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

T-5 days


Hey lovers-

It was a very hot day. I accompanied a friend to LaSalle today. They start school tomorrow and today was their freshman orientation...all I can say is that I'm glad I don't go to LaSalle.

Everything is going well. I'm almost done with my summer reading, Alverno has new desks and I have a selection of photos for my locker. I've decided that the theme should be black divas. Not bad, right? Senior year hasn't even started yet, but it sure does look promising. The mister and I have two classes together. Office Aide and Creative Writing, maybe the two best classes ever. As office aides, we take our job very seriously, but I want to photocopy pictures of us on homework.

The "nice" guy I met at the scary high school party is still nice. XXX is his name now. He's teaching me to drive, but he doesn't have a license.

I ordered my senior pictures. They're coming in three weeks. The countdown begins...

I am etc.,
Georgia

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

i tried to blog and it wouldnt let me.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

"i'm a photo journalist."




photo 1. because everyone loves spandex

photo 2. because everyone loves an angry tourist

photo 3. what the fuck am i looking at? YOU










i typed in creepers in google images. apparently it is a type of show. "so ugly yet so cute."






i recently went to scandinavia. (it isnt one country it is a region in europe you dumb fucks) it was marvelous. a week after i got back, some extremist decided to massacre 84ish people. rest in peace peeps... terrorists suck. to be more specific i went to denmark, sweden, norway, russia, latvia, finland, and lets not forget Amsterdam, Holland. if any of you get to go to the baltics, please go to russia. it was my favy just fyi.






things are going extremely well right now for sea life. butters is in peru helping the orphans. (show me the orphans!) georgia is...doing georgia stuff and thats always a plus. dyke is..being dykey. (keep up the good work!) the little one is off the radar so, i guess that means shes doing well too. as for myself, i fell off a pony today and didnt land on my head so.. PROPS TO THE GEORGEY MAN!

Monday, July 25, 2011

The Summer Wind is Blowin' too fast


Hey motherfuckers-

So, George and I apologize for not blogging more often. The summer is quite stressful with all the sitting around and tanning and eating popsicles. The mister and I are taking our senior photos tomorrow, so I will tell him to blog. But for right now, I'll fill you in on what's been going on with the lady of the garden.
Since my last blog, I got the results of my two AP tests and SAT. I did well on all three.
Now for some more interesting news...
My boss and the owner of Poo Bah record shop in Pasadena are best friends since we made Mr. Poo Bah Grand Marshal of the Doo Dah Parade. I also have become quite outstanding friends with him and have become the unofficial shop girl of Poo Bah. Anyway, my boss and Mr. Poo Bah had the brilliant idea to have a radio show out of the shop every week. It's official name is Tom's Martini Hour with Red Rosie (that's me). Our first show was last thursday and many people listened to us talk for 2 and 1/2 hours, two of which were Butters and Dyke. Thanks, ladies. We will be moving the show to sundays at 6, so please do go to poobah.com and listen to me talk.
You know you want to.
Last week, I went to my first high school party. Finally. It's not the first party I've ever been to while in high school, of course, but it's the first party I had to pay to get into. Most everyone there was high/drunk/slutty, so I didn't fit in. I met the only "nice" guy in the joint and now we are friendly.
At work, we are planning an erotic literature festival. It's going down in October, so write it in your palm pilot.

I've got to get my beauty sleep. We'll post photos of the photoshoot tomorrow.
I am etc.,
Georgia.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Georgia takes the SAT

George wrote about his experience with the SAT, so I thought it was appropirate to tell my point of view.

So I got up twenty minutes before Dyke Ficus was going to pick me up. I got dressed with my Doo Dah Parade shirt and was ready to go. I plopped into Dyke's car and jetted away. We got to Monrovia High School and went through the wrong door, so we cut in line and were almost at the front. I was in a seperate room than Dyke and Butters because my actual last name starts with an "S." I waltzed into the room which was already half full. No one was talking! I thought I was on Marz. So, we started the test instructions and people kept coming in late. At first it was funny, then it wasn't. We started taking the actual test and it wasn't as bad as I thought. This one girl across from me kept petting her hair like an animal or something. Like it was her special kitten. I thought it was almost over at 11:30, but I was WRONG. We got released from the pen at 12:48 and thank the lord Jesus we did. If I had been in there a second longer, I would have melted. The SAT was not has bad as I thought it would be, but it was too long. I wouldn't have hated taking it again, but I'd rather not. Actually, in a way, it's therapeutic. All those bubbles, the one, whiny asian bitch who kept complaing about the heat, the random sneezes. It all was like one, giant coma. And, like waking up from a coma, I had to pee like Seabiscuit.
AND I DID.

Monday, May 9, 2011

The SAT, from my perspective




I woke up a good hour early. I sharpened pencils in the dark, put in new batteries in my TI89 calculator. I then proceeded to eat my multi grain cheerios. My dad drove me to the highschool down the street where I was to await and conquer my doom. The rooms were posted on the front window of the Main Office. I hugged my dad as if I were never going to see him again or as if I was going to leave the campus 3 and a half hours later, a changed woman. I did.
The actual SAT is all fun and games until someone forgets a calculator. I didn't. There were BOYS in a CLASSROOM with GIRLS in it. That was strange and I think as far as classrooms go, I prefer them to be lesbian. Wannabe men AKA teenage boy smells awkward and they sound like car engines. At anyrate the test was about to start and some dumbass forgot a calculator. The proctors found one for him and then another boy decided to announce he forgot one too. Little did he know he was just further proving that teenage male is a no go as far as evolution goes. We finished 3 sections, then 4, then 5, then 8, then 10. Then I went to the barn and wanted to shoot myself in the brain. I didn't even have to because it already exploded.

moral of the story: don't have kids so they don't have to take the SAT ever.

-George

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

SWAG

HELLO LOVERBEARS

This bitch is back. I'm queen for another 360-ish days, but I'll stop talking about it now.

Tomorrow is a Cinco de Mayo party at the Castle Green. Skittles is taking me. I am excited to sit in he car. I also get to see her chatterday for an art show in LA.

Shasta, Haylee and George poked and punched me yesterday until I farted.
But I didn't fat.
I clenched.

I am etc.,
Georgia.

Monday, May 2, 2011

The Past Three Days

Promenade was amazing. Doodah was spectacular. The only thing that sucked was when Man Ficus had to leave. I ate 6-12 mini snickers (not fun sized) and home made brownies.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

KATV Class

This is time to let it out.



FUCK BITCHES AND HOES





Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Busiest weekend ever


Man ficus comes home today. Georgia has a parade on Saturday. YOU BETTER BE THERE. Sister Ficus is going to visit stanford, home of the FIGHTING TREES. It should be a good weekend though with Promenade and all...

Monday, April 25, 2011

T-5 days


Until the Doo Dah Parade. I am nervous and stressed, but it will be a good time. All of Sealife+ Man Ficus will be in it, in addition to Brazil Ficus and 4 of Alverno's finest teachers. Jesus isn't invited though.
I haven't been feeling like myself since last week. Jazz Hands was mean to me and I'm still angry about it. Mass sucked. Catholic shit sucks. Mr. Sifter would be way cooler if he wasn't Catholic.
Lately I've been going to the library and checking out five CD's at a time and putting them on my iPod, Vincent Vega. I think I've put 25 new albums on him. I like the library. I wish I'd go more often, especially because it's only three blocks from 660. My mom's house is by a library too. I think I want to live by libraries forever. Nothing bad happens at the library...except Columbine.

I am etc.,
Georgia.

Monday, April 18, 2011


Lady Behrens isn't here today so i have nothing to do in the office. Man ficus comes home in 7ish days. 4 Marines spent the weekend at my house. It was pretty legit, they gave me a shirt. it fits my shoulders weirdly. MC merch is watching a news story about geese.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Maybe if you smiled more, you'd have more friends.


APUSH: Advanced placement United States History.

This is a class that I have been in since june of last year when myself and my fellow students were assigned to do a shit ton of summer homework. My time in the class as been stressful and exhausting, mostly due to the insane amount of homework. As of one hour ago, I am done with all of the homework of the class.

ECSTASY

Now, let's not get too excited. The AP test is rapidly approaching, but I'm confident that everyone in the class will be successful, and we will be successful thanks to that shit ton of homework.


In other news...

I saw Musician Ficus yesterday and Ballerino Ficus friday. Both men are good and I enjoyed my time with them for very different reasons.


Now that I have my life back, I promise to blog more often. I'll tell George to as well.

I am etc.,

Georgia.

Monday, April 11, 2011

12 Month anniversary


HELLO LOVERS

George and I are blogging in the KATV room. All of the improv class people are in here and we are having a BALL(s). Georgia will go first.
I am no longer dating Glasses. He is no longer attracted to me, so we are no longer. I told my friend Lauren that and she said "Dude, I'm attracted to you. He's gay." Also, I am queen of the Doo Dah Parade. I sang and took off my clothing. I am in multiple newspapers and here's one. http://pasadenaindependent.com/print-edition/pasadena-independent-april-7-2011/
I'm so cute. I have three dates this weekend with three different guys. I hope one is a winner.
Here's George...
Helloooooooo ladiesssssss
Man Ficus is coming home for prom compliments of OG Mama ficus. That's about it.

A PSA from Butters...
I hope you are having a good day and I hope you have a bright future. I would like to plan a bake sale soon in my apartment complex but my landlady look confused and said "no"
I'm going to ask Georgia if I can have it in her apartment.

And now, a somber moment from Little One...
I would like to inform you that nothing we ever do lasts. We're all just cockroaches. Wildebeast dying in a river. The end.
These things aside I got a date to prom HAHA! Go visit CelestialBrushGod on Deviant Art. Shut up. Just do it.

As you have seen from the title of today's blog, the Ficus Daily has turned one year old. That is all.

George + Georgia= RAGE/ORGI

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Sweet 66


Hey brothers-


George just blogged and I thought I should too.

Everything in my neck of the woods is great. I had a really terrible case of the flu last week, and I could have blogged, but eh. I'm healthy now. Giz thinks I got her sick, which is a lie. Whatever. Believe what you wish, Giz.

Veteran Ficus is good. He turned 66 friday. I asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday and he said, "I'm not hanging out with you."

Thanks, dad.

Glasses is good. He went to Florida and saw Rocky Picture Horror Show. He is no longer a virgin...a Rocky virgin.

The weather is nice, senior year is rapidly approaching, and life is looking up.

-Georgia.
Hellooooooo fine black ladies!

sorry we have been occupied lately. junior year sucks. at this exact moment i am waiting for grandphather ficus to hurry up and fix the dryer so that i can go to the barn and see ponaynay ficus. you all should know this by now that i am too bootylicious, and i like my beats fast and my bass down low.

george

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Did you know...


That Cuba has a Chinatown? I didn't. I learned that right now while I'm avoiding me math work. They have an entire Chiantown district in Havana. Amazing! Them internets are great! I also just learned that Marie Antionette was killed in 1793, but was not buried until 1815. What did they do with her remains until 1815? Disgusting...

Sophomore Daisy is doing hard time on the computer next to me. Apparently, she committed a terrible crime, and Dean of Students gave her responsibilty DVD's to watch. I'd rather be doing hard time than my goddam math.

I'm seeing Glasses later. He's cool. George mentioned him in an earlier post. George and I both are cheating on each other and neither of us mind. We have an open marriage.

Butters wants me to put her in today's post. She changed her location on moodle from good ol' America to the Sandwich Islands. Her reason? "Because I am a women."
Yes you are, Butters.
-Georgia.

Monday, February 7, 2011

It's Black History Month

I just wanted to let everyone know.
Please subscribe to blacknews.com.

-Georgia.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Ke$ha doesn't suck


Dyke Ficus gave me a Ke$ha CD. We were listenig to it in her car. I've got to admit, she doesn't totally suck dick, but she's no Donna Summer. It's quite fem. There's something about a dude with a vag that I sort of understand, but not really.


It's a tremendously beautiful day today. Dyke and I went to get burrito(s) with the best fucking hot sauce in the world. Then we went to Forest Lawn Hollywood Hills. It was the perfect day to go to the cemetary! The sun was shining and the grass was green. I guess the dead people were fertilizing it.


Bonsai Ficus is partying in Vegas. I hope she wakes up in Vegas.
-Georgia.

P.S. Dyke and I paid for barely a gallon of gas in change. It was the ghettoest thing we've ever done.

Friday, February 4, 2011

The 70th Post


Hello seamen-


I have not blogged in quite some time and felt it apropro to do so now. It is my role model's birthday today. She would have been 93. Her name is Ida Lupino and she was one of the first female directors in Hollywood. She's also very good looking which is the most important part.
The mister and I are doing well. I put up a photograph of a ficus on an empty bulletin board at school. It stayed up only one period. Jazz Hands Pattison wrote "thug life" on it. I'm proud. George and I also have the pleasure of having the last class of the day with Titties Ficus. She's a blast to have a class with. We watch movies and she touches herself. She fits right into the Ficus Family.
The Ficus Family? The new Manson Family?
-Georgia.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Going Back

I love google-ing people. I love listening to Eminem and talking to My Other Half. I don't understand people as much as I thought I did. On the news, "stripper shortage" actually made it. wow. Stripper shortages made the news...it had it's own segment. crazy shit right?
Miss Georgia Ficus had a good date on saturday. Good for her, I want her to be happy and have fun. (off topic)
I read another blog today. All I got to say to that is, Thank God I don't just sit on my ass and wallow in my misery.

George

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


Hello fellow Ficus'ss's's's's's

Georgia is currently taking her spanish final. I don't have a language final so I'm sitting in the computer lab waiting for a certain someone to text me back. This morning I was awakened by Unspecified Older Sister Ficus at 7:03. Apparently we were to leave in FIVE minutes, and NO LATER. I was slightly pissed simply because that is my general state of being. My zen, mixed with her negative energy was not helpful.

I arrived at school a short 15 minutes later. Georgia was talking to Lady Behrens and that helped restore order. On the plus side, I'm not in AP spanish. Then again, I wont get into an IV league school.

Praise Jesus

George

Monday, January 10, 2011

Hello Ficus Followers!
This is Georgia's co-anchor speaking! I am new to the whole blog thing so please bare with me. I was chillin' with Georgia and reading her and George's blog when she exclaimed "Write something." I was like "ok!" So here I am writing you faithful followers a little post. School's about to start. Unfortunately. School sometimes is a little boring. Actually, it is a lot of boring. But I can deal with it because it goes by fast. George just came in the computer lab and is wearing a penguin blanket. It is really cute. Georgia and George just left and left me to finish the post. Great. I really don't know what to say except keep reading "The Ficus Daily." And tell other people about it as well! Ms. Georgia was very pleased and excited to find out that she had the grand total of 9 followers! It may not be a lot but we will take what we can get! The bell is about to ring so I better get going. Have a happy Monday and a good rest of the week.

Always,
Co anchor Alessia.

I am in KATV and I'm an alcoholic


Hello flowers-

Welcome to the first blog of the New Year! I’m happy to say that the new year has been good for the past 10 days. Some of the festivities that went down are as follows…

-Alessia Co-anchor and I are still tired of KATV.

-Chicago is Alverno’s school musical. There is controversy over who will get the lead. Since our rival Mandela is up for the two largest parts, George and I feel compelled to root against them.

-I got a haircut. The lady dropped the shampoo bottle on my nose. My nose is terribly bruised, but my hair looks good. So, it was worth the pain.

-Stage Manager Ficus told Alessia to move.

-I went to Disneyland with my friend Libya Ficus. FUNNY STORY

We went to Sephora after Disneyland. As you may and should know, Sephora is my second home. The one in Pasadena is my favorite place in all of Paseo. Everyone working there knows me and my reputation. They give me free shit sometimes. SO, I had high expectations of the Anaheim branch. The minute I walked in, I found the nearest gay man working there and said this, “I need mascara that will give me porn star eyelashes for under $20.” He looked at me for five seconds and said, “Done.” I sat down with three choice mascaras ready. I was so flustered that when I tried to put it on, I shaked. Jose said, “CALM DOWN. YOU’RE TOO NERVOUS. Take a deep breath…ok. Put the mascara on.” I ended up with porn lashes for $12. Thank the Lord and Jose and my husband, George.

Mazel tov, 2011!

-Georgia.

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Georgia and George Ficus have a long history together. We would like to share our lives with the world of bloggers. ENJOY WORLD. Love, George and Georgia Ficus