Does anyone know when Peter is gonna be back ( Read more... )

You'll know who you are if you call and ask. But anyway, to everyone who is not not-everyone: Thank you for being sane, non-dramatic, not a cop, not a dipshit, not a liar, not a paranoid fuck, and not a fucking crazy person. Oh, and thank you for not being Ball High ( Read more... )

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I am so fucking tired of being fucking broke. I am so fucking tired of just...things in general.

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I got this today. Eleven sprial steel bones, laces the waist down to twenty eight inches and opens as much as thirty two inches. I am very, very happy. I need a job, so I can get a credit card, so I can buy those hundred and thirty dollar leather corsets with the serious boning. Not that the one I got isn't serious--steel, not plastic, and it's ( Read more... )

It's really sad that my friends here talk to Jeremy in Virginia more than they talk to me. Or my friends that I can hang out with more often because they have cars, excepting Crystal.

I'm not in a good mood. I feel very unpretty. I feel like curling up in a ball and hybernating for...forever. Because that's about as much as I'm good for.

"I was talking to pedro today about his girlfriend and Kyle was making fun of how he'd slap his bitch if she hit on other girls I think it made peter feel bad..." --Ellen's myspace blog ( Read more... )

I've got salad. As silly as that sounds, it's a bright spot this evening. I'm re-reading the Garth Nix books because I haven't bought Beowulf yet. Apparently, we need a special translation. That strikes me as exceedingly lame ( Read more... )

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