i'm so fucking torqued right now. heart attack to follow.

not paying my cable bill (and ergo having no internets at the moment) is fucking gay (my sidekick needs broadband). driving around listening to ccr and big star while thrifting(which, p.s., i totally win at today) is not(gay, that is). das ist alles.

love love. b

sigh. just... sigh.

by tomorrow afternoon, i will be sitting on a beach in mexico, drinking cervezas and preparing for a ruckus of the international sort. viva!

my living room and dining room are clean and i'm about to start on the kitchen(vomit). i want company this week, so i'm bribing people with a non-filthy apartment and leftover keystone lights ( Read more... )

dammit. my hair dude isn't working today, which means that i still look like a ramone. grr ( Read more... )

it's totally lame, and it's only real function is to a) generate oodles of money for giant corporations, and b) make people like me feel completely worthless. now, historically, i've raged against the machine by co-hosting the annual FUCK LOVE party, but seeing as my co-founders have all sold out their anti-v-day convictions in favor of happy ( Read more... )

this week i will ( Read more... )

ugh. i'm tired. tired tired tired. i hate sleeping anywhere that is not my own bed. i hate waking up and not knowing where i am. 3 times. and i hate walking around with that 'slept in your pants' feeling. it's gross, and it makes me feel like i should call a do-over on sleeping (what doesn't, though, really?). my head hurts and i absolutely expect ( Read more... )

so my grandma is in the h.o.s.p.i.t.a.l., which is totally lame, but i had the best conversation ever with a stranger yesterday. i got lost coming back from the cafeteria, so i stop at the information desk and ask "which way is the icu?". his answer: "what you're gonna do is, take a left at the first jesus, then go all the way down the hall. when ( Read more... )