umm brian norrby took me to see the knife's cmj showcase at webster hall this week ( Read more... )

so i started my new job this week ( Read more... )

leave it to me to slip and hit my face on the curb while sober.
stupid, stupid new shoes.
it was pretty bad and i spat out shards of teeth.
that's right. i broke mah teeths.
closer and closer to becoming a hillbilly every single day of my wretched life.

i have the worst fucking luck in the world. effinay.

and in the absence of hope i need to stay in bed and feel like i might die today.

amen, meredith grey. amen.

this is karma biting me in the ass.
this is god's away of telling me "ha, you effed up, beotch. and now it's time for pay for it."

sigh. our timing has always been off...
always.

oof.
i've cried for six days in a row now.
that's a new record for even me.
ouch. ouch. ouch.

i just want my best friend back.
pretty please.

hold my hand as you slip away...

time to cry some more.

today was my last day at work.
officially unemployed!
oh and sick as a dog. what up, flu season.
missing kristina's dance party premiere as we speak because i'm a sickly loser.
i'm so sorry baby. i promise to be at the next one.
i just don't want to be spreading germs all over other party-goers.

xo

i have a bruise on my arm from when nick bit me last night.
effinay.

i didn't go to work today ( Read more... )

this is what natalie tells me to make me feel better:
"you won't die a spinster - if anything i'll be one too and then we can be two yentas sitting outside the projects on lawn chairs smoking cigarettes and gossiping about our juicy pasts..."

i'm picturing jared leto's neighborhood in requiem for a dream. my future looks bleak.