It is what it is and everyone makes a huge deal of it. I guess I really am starting to be thankful I'm not in America. I wish Amy was here because I would give her the hugest hug and I wish Emily Goody was here because I would smoke here the hugest bowl. I wish my dad could have hung out with me in Paris because he would have dug everything so much ( Read more... )

So working at the refinery is the best money that I imagine anyone making for sitting/standing around doing basically nothing. The down side is that 10 hours a day of it is very tiring and I have seriously more bosses than I can count. I sit around wishing that I actually had a job to do until the crew I watch has to do something really fucking ( Read more... )

Seattle always rocks. I'm going to see the Bodies exhibit with Alva. And I am also trying to set up seeing some other friends. We'll see.
On a side note, SAM is closed and they won't reopen until next year. Damnit, I want my art fix before I start working 60-70 hour weeks.

I hardly ever use the internet anymore. When I do it is only to write a select few people. I still waste my time constantly, don't get me wrong, but I do so differently and I try to be more selective about it. I mean, I am getting older and older, right ( Read more... )

I never use this damned thing, do I?
Whatever. I don't really have any friends anyways. Though, admittedly that's not the point. I would write stuff but I am BORING. I am even bored of myself.
So I think my plans have changed somewhat. I don't know what I'm doing. Wait, did I ever know what I'm doing?
Probably, not.

Tomorrow will be some much needed time in the city ( Read more... )

On Keeping a Journal. Superficial to understand the journal as just a receptacle for one’s private, secret thoughts - like a confidante who is deaf, dumb and illiterate. In the journal I do not just express myself more openly than I could to any person; I create myself ( Read more... )

Come on, WHO DOESN'T LOVE THE LITTLE PRINCE? Really now, what a sweet book! I really think I liked it better in French but anyway about it, it's really sweet in any language.

I think I could sleep forever...
except when I'm trying to get to sleep, in which case it takes forever to just fall asleep.
This morning I slept in very late and I kept waking up with a splitting headache.

Isn't cleaning good for the soul? It just feels good to clear some space and to have everything in the right place.