i'm writing this at 30,000 feet.  if my wireless interferes with the plane and we crash, it's just as well.  we're still closest to Boston.  they'll take us to the hospital there and i can pretend i was never on a plane at all and mikha will come and hold my hand and dot will eat cereal and watch cartoons with me and i can finally stop crying.  let ( Read more... )

there once was a guy named bakunin ( Read more... )

happy new year bitches.

(why yes... YES IT IS.)

i would like to begin a petition for stronger beds and weaker punishments at eupheme. who's with me? united we fall, united we stand.

ha! i'm so clever. and i have brushburn on my lower back.

an impromptu poem. ahem.

there once was a man named bakunin.
who...

yeah, i lost it.

anyway, the point is... why aren't you over here yet? hello! what kind of bitch are you, if you aren't at my beck an' call? i'll fire your ass. just your ass, mind you. what? who's talking?

To: Dorothy Rothschild [drothschild@euphememail.net ( Read more... )

To: Dorothy Rothschild [drothschild@euphememail.net]
From: Gytha Xtie [achristie@euphememail.net]
Subject: omg, wtf, ftw, nato, scuba, radar, and other acronyms.

naughty dottie, queen of the nile:

i. have. a date.

with a russian.

on friday.

ohmygod.

that is all.

(private entry)

i swore to myself... swore... that i would never write down song lyrics. but then i also swore to myself that i would never get a stupid crush on some immature highschool boy.

well. he's not... totally immature ( Read more... )

excuse me as i blow the virtual dust off of this bitch and scratch a few notes down.

i have returned, eupheme!  i know that everyone missed me.  everyone i met, anyway, who was... oh... no one.  okay, there were a couple of people.  (charlotte?  still alive out there?)  and for those of you who were wondering where i was, here's the dl:  i was in ( Read more... )

dear mandatory diary of lies and crapfulness ( Read more... )