The wind was squealing past our ears as though there was a kettle somewhere boiling over.

I absolutely cherish my friends, who are, for the record, the only two people I can trust.

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I haven't spoken with Lucian since Saturday.
HORSE the band is NOT coming to Orlando.
The Dictionary.com word of the day is "nostrum."

My life is falling apart.

I don't know what to start out with. I feel like I have to begin with something brilliant, but there's nothing there. Whatever ( Read more... )

I am such a fucking hypocrite.

No matter how hard I try to avoid alwayses, they seem to creep up on me.

I really love religious imagery.
And all of those Catholic saints. Like poor Agatha.
And I love the taste of baking soda.
And a certain tendon in my neck that I've recently discovered.

Who wants to come with me to Sarasota from Saturday until Tuesday?
Seriously, folks.

LAST FRIDAY things didn't go as planned.
LAST SATURDAY Alex backed out, but Sara and Josh came over and we went to Wintah Pahrk Village, dahling. Because we'ah high society. We Borders-ed and then saw Cinderella Man and snuck into High Tension (which was teriffic, might I add. I want to see the original version). I thought everything was fucking ( Read more... )

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WOMANHOOD.

You're a twisted lover.

I am never making another plan, ever again.

The past few days have made me realize that I'm far too negative. And mean. So maybe I'll tone it down a bit ( Read more... )