for some reason, i like hypothetical questions.

the world of academia will be my downfall.

the universe is a pitcher and my life can never catch its curve balls.

sometimes i really, really, really need to chill out.

and what’s more, if you pull back again, the glass is still fogged. it stays fogged for days. you wipe it, you wipe it, you wipe it, still fog. that’s what they forget to tell you. you spit and spit all over your lovers, or toys or musical instruments, and eventually they don’t wipe off.

piece of shit stressful day part two is nearing completetion. if tomorrow isn't any better, i'm throwing in the towel, somehow.

is it weird that i wonder what it feels like to bleed to death? but hey, i'm not about to find out!

if you just scream "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" at the top of your lungs you will feel better. i promise.

i WILL be living with my boyfriend, michael standish knagge, by june 1st, 2008.

rabbit, rabbit.