Oh hell nah, I just updated this bitch ( Read more... )

though I never write in this thing at all anymore and haven't for a substantial period of time I thought that I should let it be known that I have the feeling of impending doom or at least something negative on the forefront of my thoughts. I can't be entirely sure of what it is but it's coming.

Life is going great.

I have rekindled a relationship I never expected to come back.

I have a pretty killer job.

My parental units are vacating the premises in 9 days for 10 days.

....and this!

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I've felt really fucking out of it for the past month or so. I know there's something wrong but I have no idea what it is or how to fix it at the moment. I hope it's not a permanent thing ( Read more... )

I'm absolutely astounded by how much trouble I'm having trying to get one fucking French disco/club album.


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Hmmm, I sort of quit my job. I'm not entirely sure why but I stopped desiring to go. I think odds are I wasn't being paid enough to make the trek but regardless I'm done with it and will be moving on to somewhere else. I'm considering moving back to Daytona even. I know once I go back everyone will just be leaving. (Those who haven't left ( Read more... )

really wish people would think even remotely rationally.

Fuck.

Does anyone know that number? I sure as hell don't and would really like for someone to tell me why they called me at work asking me if I want Cheerios.

Neil
Grease
Blunts
Metric
Bomb
As
Fuck
Nigga

my own personal Margaret Yang.