I walked home at 4am, I don't know why. I found a leather glove and a weird note about how someone named Alex would pay cash for some house. It's weird though, that's the second time I've found that note. I really wish I could find the other glove; I kept thinking I was going to ( Read more... )

fuck your boyfriend's coochie hole.

I just decided, not two seconds ago, that I want one of those rooms that's covered from floor to ceiling in ripped-out pages of porn magz. Yeah. I can't wait!


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Breakin it in; http://flickr.com/photos/homo_erectus.

I'm tired of living a double life. And I'm tired of watching you do it too.
Fuck cars, fuck plane tickets, fuck text messages, fuck myspace, fuck myself.
I give up. I need a slap on the wrist and the face and the vagina.

Slim pickins. Bone dry.

I have lice. I'm dirty. I sleep with dirty people and they give me lice. I hate this.

I'm an embarassment.

I hate waking up sometimes. Empty house bed head.

FUCKING MICE.

note: go to your calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2006. post the first line [or so] of it in your journal, and that's your "year in review".

FUCK!

JANUARY
a skeleton of trust:
i cut my hair for the first time in a year and a half; the ends felt like wires. red wine tastes like steak. i'm hardly a new woman.

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