Incoherence is my way to mask sadness. I can stop from crying if I say something crazy and nonsensical. It's a way of forcing a light tone, without having to pretend there's anything real I'm happy about. If I suddenly start nattering about monkeys or maple syrup, know that that is a verbal sob ( Read more... )

For anyone who wasn't already clear on the subject, basing the entire emotional half of your life on just one person isn't healthy. I don't know when I forgot about that, but I remembered the instant one comment made my playful leg-clinging actually serious ( Read more... )

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There's so much to be happy about. Not so many, mind you, but so much. I really enjoy living on my own (hypothesis confirmed: I am a neatfreak when exposed to fairly pristine living conditions), and I've fixed something that was wrong with my computer and I wrote an essay that got an 'A' (it's not the 'A' I'm exited about, it's the writing it ( Read more... )

Two down. One quite unsatisfactorilly (sp?).

One annoyance down (retracted job offer--it is annoying to be comforted for the loss of a job you never asked for, but still), and one in progress; I'm waiting to hear back ( Read more... )

I don't have anyone to vent to or confide in. I have one person, Thomas, and I must be all over nice mustn't unhappify or inconvenience ( Read more... )

Ach, fuck people ( Read more... )

Has a band "sold out" when they've made it big enough that ALL THEIR SHOWS ARE FUCKING SOLD OUT??!!!

I want good bands do well, I honestly do, but it's against my own interests, dammit.

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