The saddest news. Elliott Smith committed suicide on Tuesday; he stabbed himself in the heart. He was 34. I don't know if you even know who he is. You might have seen my random "Elliott Smith is God" quotes in my music subject line. I have loved him-- his music, poetry, the coincidental honesty I felt all the time listening to those albums ( Read more... )

No one reads this thing, anyhow. I should adandon all inhibitions and talk about my favorite sex positions and how I once fantasized about running naked down the Bowery playing a tuba and handing out flyers for my presidential campaign. (That's a fact. Well, sort of. It was more like me, dressed in a snappy Jackie O style suit and hat, standing ( Read more... )

Another Chekov play day. I just realized that next week my mother goes to the city for three days to see a expert about getting a possibly cancerous growth removed from her thyroid gland. Of course, the possibility is very slim, blah blah blah. But that's a shitty possibility to have to wait around for. My friend's mother just died of something ( Read more... )

Last night I saw two old friends of mine who I hadn't seen in about 3 years. I called them my Waldorf friends, because they were the only Waldorf kids I knew who I could stand to be around without puking after extended visits. I'd had a crushes on both of them and it was awkward to see them because both of them had hurt my feelings pretty badly ( Read more... )

Two years ago, at this moment, I was sitting in a crowded train depot in Kansas City, waiting for a train home after being in New York for a week with Mikka. The train, which was suppsed to be there by eight, was late. There was a sudden confusion of air travelers desperate to get home after their planes were grounded, like mine, for an ( Read more... )

Do I have the best news EVER! I just discovered that my mean old ex was thoroughly expelled from his precious band- the one that he himself started! Ha ha! And if that isn't karma, I don't know what the hell is! (I know, I know, it's extremely bad karma to speak in such a petty and demeaning manner, but... aw, hell, you know you would too!) I ( Read more... )

Hmmm. What to write. Christian's gone so I am now an officially boring person. I just mope around and get lost walking to the kitchen. This is bad news. Shitty things have been happening to good people recently and nothing negative's been happening to Bush. This disturbs and upsets me. I think we all deserve better than this. I was supposed ( Read more... )

I suppose it's Murphy's Law, acting, as it does, so out of synch with the way I want it to work. This last week has not been the best, save for a few fantastic moments that nearly make up for it. Christian leaves the day after tomorrow, and as yet I have spent only one night with him in the past week and a half, and various snatches of daylight ( Read more... )

Today is day 6 of the count down to when my boyfriend leaves. Do only girls do this, or what? How can guys be so simply and easily detached? Oh, to be a guy: fuck around and only feel the slightest twinge of regret in my heart as I slip out #437's door before she awakes; pee standing up seemingly anywhere I want; have everyone listen to me the ( Read more... )

So, those of you that cheered me up by being so cool at dinner last night: thank you, thank you, thank you! I had so much fun! I have cool friends! I like wine!