someone just added me randomly on facebook that i used to know--i went on ONE date with that girl. ahhh, that's fantastic. i'm so glad it was only one.

hahahahahah

to bed! for i must library from 1-2:30. what a helluva bullshit chunk of time.

I have god-knows-how-much homework left to do. laura and now others are trying to get me wasted tonight. i've gotta go grab some noodles and drop something off. my feet are freezing. aaand... somehow i feel okay =]

it was good the first time around, but then i ate the bacteria-ridden leftovers and got sick. was i sick to begin with? there's no way of knowing, other than to assume that since i didn't feel sick after the first portion, it was the bacteria in the second that made me throw up ( Read more... )

i'm a rotting plastic bag full of all the nasties i've tried to hide. i have holes underneath my clothes that bleed peroxide. i've never felt understood by even myself, and the best things i've experienced i've trampled instead of cherished. life's cheaper now, it's full of shiny things that shed no warmth. an icepick to an icicle has less ( Read more... )

yes.

oh, but dude, BONNAROO!!

Sigur Ros
Death Cab for Cutie
Ben Folds
Allman Brothers
M.I.A.
Rilo Kiley (fuck all of you).
Tegan and Sara
Minus the Bear
Battles
Vampire Weekend

Plus comedians!
David Cross!
Chris Rock!

How the fuck could it not be sweet? I mean aside from every music-unrelated attraction?

=]

ahh, plans.

why does anything worth doing require so much goddamn investment?

and answer my own question with another question ( Read more... )

question:

love __ respect.

a) <
b) >
c) =
d) has nothing to do with

answer now for your chance to win.

my roomie pissed in the kitchen sink a few hours ago while i was at work. well, he may or may not have gotten it IN the sink, but the drunk fuck definitely got it all over the counter and everywhere near the sink. Would've been for the second time, too, except that last time he tried to pull that shit i was here and i guided him over to the ( Read more... )

uh oh: growing up.

talk about a 180 for the better.