Excerpt from my email update to Chelsea ( Read more... )

Is it really already July Journal ( Read more... )

I've been drinking, and smoking ( Read more... )

I am desperately tired, and desperately working ( Read more... )

So, Journal, I have a bad track record with roommates.

As April pointed out to me today on the phone, I have just about the worst luck one could possibly ask for in this genre. Like most people, I've spent years secretly blaming myself for this phenomena: "I wasn't understanding enough," or,"I should have been a better communicator," or, well, I ( Read more... )

Ah!!!! Journal! AHHHH ( Read more... )

I was digging around in my room this evening looking for things I could sell on EBay tonight and I came across this pile of old tapes and a mini cassette recorder that I recorded with and for my friend Victoria. So, I decided to listen to them ( Read more... )

My life is mess-y mess.  It is June, I have not finished any of my papers.  I dislike my job, which I spend much to much time at, but I have two job interviews this week.  So, hopefully that will get fixed quickly.  I am so broke it isn't funny.  I am really tired of being poor.  I work so hard at everything for nothing and sometimes it really gets ( Read more... )

I have started working for the Bronx River Art Center and I do not like it. For the most part, what I don't like is my boss. In my head I like to call her "The Great Gail Nathan"; a joke so inside, that only members of my high school graduating class who happen to remember the self-obsessed local public access television personality in his self ( Read more... )

I'm exhausted, but that is beside the point ( Read more... )