oh, god.
i'm good.

things are pretty good even when they're bad.

me: well, i'm sitting here eating popsicles.
mother: popsicles?
me: fudgsicles. mutliple fudgsicles. i've had three today.
mother: three? (laughter) i think that's probably enough fudgsicles.
me: maybe.
(silence)
me: bye.

i live in a land where headaches become brain tumors and a stomach pain might as well be an ulcer or aids. my hair is especially dry lately so i assume it's falling out. oh! i've had a strange sensation in my thigh-- i think i've an artery blockage. or diabetes ( Read more... )

i have been overusing the word et cetera lately. sometimes, when my mouth is tired, i say something sounding like "excetera."
and i feel shame.

there are sweet potato pancakes in my freezer.

am i stuck?

love,
summer 2010.

i feel crazy and sad and i'm searching for the reason why.
maybe it's tricky drugs lingering in my system.

(treat yourself with compassion.)

there's no one out there for you but yourself.

someone called me an "underdog" today.
like, "you're the underdog."

and i don't know if i like that.

facebook chat, 1:41 am.

me: i am absurd.
ariel: you are beautiful and tired.

love,
your alarm in 5.5 hours.

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i should not be in bed on a friday night,
but i am.