Despite getting perhaps the funniest comfort e-mail from my beloved Jean-Michel ( Read more... )

’απορησα. δεχομαι ’απορειν. ’αρ’ ’αλλα δει ’απορειν ( Read more... )

I hurt. I wanted what I couldn't have, I saw what wasn't there, and in general cared too much.

Cookies solve nothing. They just make me feel fat.

I want to put a hole in the river. Or a hug.

I have never denied that I am fairly spoiled. But I think it takes losing all my money, cards, ID, and sentimental objects (wallet, earrings, whatnot) to bring out the full magnitude of it. I despise asking for money. Borrowing, begging, whatever. It makes me feel really bad and I hate it ( Read more... )

Turns out that Operation: Cheer Up Birthday Boy was a complete success. My cooking has a magic potency that enables me to make most people extremely content, especially members of the male species, despite how bummed they feel about February being cold and dark and having injured feet and a really bad hangover. I rock. Apparently my back ( Read more... )

Dichotomy is a relevant term about now. That or bipolar ( Read more... )

Percussion beats inside your chest ( Read more... )

Sunlight collides with the drapes and, rejected, sulks back outside. The sugar's overturned and the absinthe's gone, though the smell lingers in a hazy stupor. Feet curl beneath the benevolently provided blanket, and that which should rise merely stirs ( Read more... )

I irritate myself with how spastic I am right now. Twenty different directions, and none of them come to logical conclusions. Or conclusions at all ( Read more... )

As I am currently catching the stray wireless waves from my neighbour at this time, I suppose it's time to update on the current status of things ( Read more... )