21 now.

amazing.

"Just think, tonight you have an excuse to get really fucking drunk. And be loud. And the center of attention. And no one will know...just for tonight..that it's the way you are every night."
-Liz

While extremely fucked up, Liz and I convinced some girl that by answering a call from a number she didn't recognize she unwittingly involved herself in an undercover sting operation. I'm thrilled Sarah is back for a while. Liz is too, of course, but she waited until Sarah was beyond intoxicated to inform her that the electricity in their apartment ( Read more... )

Sometimes I want to be drunk before noon. Like today, but didn't. Pesky rumors, you know. Alcoholic this alcoholic that. stfu. Someone asked me today if I do heroin. Guess she didn't know I associate with the right people, was only pretending to drink a rum and coke, and not to ask dumb questions. At least she found out I have sources everywhere ( Read more... )

"But you're a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to you. So attention must be paid. You are not to be allowed to fall into your grave like an old dog," she said, "Besides, you have a certain je ne sais quoi."How flattering. Let me just say that hitting up Carlos' apartment with Joanna and Danielle is amazing, even if there was a fiasco ( Read more... )

so what if i'm drunk right now? fuck off. I can update then if I want. I still type good. well, i mean. and so what if there is a $500 dollar bird on my shoulder? i didnt buy it but it's family. mindy called herself fugly. not just ugly. fugly. which stands for fucking ugly. she said it not me so again, fuck off. and i am not going to be shooting ( Read more... )

My girlfriend is better than yours. So are my friends, and yeah i'm the type of guy that says that kind of thing on his livejournal


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In our brain there is something called the hypathalamus. The hypathalamus is like a mini-factory that creates certain chemicals that match certain emotions we experience. These chemicals are called peptides. There is a peptide, or chemical, for every single emotional state we can experience. There is a chemical for anger, for sadness, for ( Read more... )

Apparently I have a tendency to interrupt people with stories of my own. How foolish of me, not caring much about cherry blossoms, birthstones, or fingernails. Repugnant old ladies at cult meetings disguised as easter celebrations are much more interesting. Sarcasm, of course, lest fourteen words manage to plunge us all into some chaotic drama ( Read more... )

I had a dream, and its lucidity reverberates even hours after waking. At first there is only me, drifting languidly in a sea of ebony, looking upward toward a spattering of stars, each brighter than the one before. Relaxation floods me, as if such a sensation could be laced to the very cells of my blood and sent to rush through each and every vein ( Read more... )

Once you change your status to 'in a relationship' on myspace, don't expect any new flattering messages or friend requests, other than from those shitty bands travis and mindy love to add. I just reread all my online journal entries from Dec. 24th, 2002 till present. Attempting to determine the most frequently used word, and there seems to be a ( Read more... )