i heard someone with a southern accent on the train yeterday, and i felt almost homesick in a way. i fucking miss new orleans.

this is what i was terrorfied of. that coming back to Boston would mean coming back to this crushing sense that i need to get the fuck out of here. i am falling in love with the world as fast as i am starting to hate this fucking city. i wish so bad i were back in New Orleans. or anywhere else for that matter. boston is starting to lose the sense ( Read more... )

holy shit! YSJT! best thing ever! i love those kids so fucking much. and i am totes going to a CBD con in april AND a NH/VT con, which i am WICKED psyched about. not to mention this har con coming up this weekend. sweet ( Read more... )

goddamn! i am happier right now than i have been in a long fucking while. things have been really looking up recently. sure, stressful as fuck, but i have been feeling really hopeful, which hasn't been true for a while. i am jinxing myself. five bucks that tomorrow i get hit by a bus maybe my plane will crash. the irony gods have something in store ( Read more... )

so i have officially discovered Ghost Mice. my life is somewhat brighter for the moment. i love this shit. that show was incredible spending time with laura is always enjoyable, but especially in that context though ( Read more... )

fuck sleeping alone.

my head is swimming right now. and i am sick. and i love my bike more than most people i know.

i don'yt think this year's seniors are allowed to bricge. nope, they definitely aren't.

so here i am, sick as fuck, up at six o'clock in the morning, and i am going to bike in the freezing cold to orchestra at seven. the things we do for mister dee.

christ.

memories are a very funny thing. sometimes they clash so fucking strongly with the reality of the present it feels like something' s pulling pulling you apart from inside.  i fucking hate the way things have turned out. i find my feelings being replaced with sheer contempt. hmm. but at the same time, contempt can be a very liberating emotion ( Read more... )

how can you hate life when you have Giles and a bicycle? the truth is, you really can't

i didn't get into the mechanic training. basically everything in my life is going wrong. i hate everything. i really fucking do.