God damn. What is goin on. I think the stars have aligned in the "piss amanda off" position. It's 10:40 and i've already cursed basically everyone i know. another fucking birhday party another goddamned load of laundry and another fucking night minus the fucking. Things are looking lovely. I think I'll take a stroll through the flower patch and ( Read more... )

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Isn't it ok to let the house get messy sometimes. To stop and not worry about anything all at once? To lay in your bed and watch the day pass you by through the window? Isn't it ok to not give a fuck sometimes. To stop and not care about anything all at once.

I'm just doing this so that if i wake up tomorrow and find out something really bad happened, I can prove that i had one of those "something really bad is going to hapen" feelings.

And so we meet again ( Read more... )

maybe i'm biased, but i've got the coolest kid in the world. I put on Stone the Crow by Corrosion of Conformity and she instinctivly starts playin air guitar. rock on.

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Today is a sick day. Yes, indeed the day will end appropriately.

This is an email following a conversation about, yes, none other than god. (no it shouldn't be capitalized) This does not in any way encapsulate what I believe, but it sure as hell makes clear what I don't belive. This email could have been sent to anyone asking how I feel about the subject and although it is somewhat personalized, the point ( Read more... )