I am so unconsciously pretentious without meaning to be that sometimes it really makes me fucking sick.
And other times, I'm so sincere that I wish I could hide behind the veil of pretentiousness because meaning what I say only to have it spit back in my face really just fucking hurts sometimes.
Okay, ALL the time.

I'm just some narcissistic

So that is the name of one of the psych classes I think I might take, but that is beside the point ( Read more... )

I know you guys have been waiting for me to post again, so I have finally come to grant your wishes.
All none of you who are still on livejournal.

My new background is black pit...like my soul.

I'm hungry. That is all.

for no reason in particular, I miss Tomas Sanchez in a most unspeakable way.

I say this because I wanted to use the word "unspeakable" and because I was listening to Momus and thinking about MENES, THE GOAT GOD OF LUST

after playing "Nude" by Radiohead for the fiftieth time, lastfm flashes the ad for "In Rainbows" on my user page.


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several good things happened today ( Read more... )

I am reminded by a quote by Mark Twain: "I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead ( Read more... )

you don't have to erase me out of your life
I'll do it for you

I write too much for/because of you.
stop being so fucking inspiring.

Monday: rehearsals
Tuesday: rehearsals
Wednesday: frantic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tock
Thursday: getting everything in order
Friday: BORDERS. and mall, maybe
Saturday: no sleep. Kona
Sunday: Kona
Monday: dead tired
Tuesday: ...