sick sick sick sick.

god DAMN it, I need more orange juice

I DON'T DO DRUGS!!!

WHY does my brain continue to play this ridiculous shit on me?

I learned to tie a kaffiye as a turban, properly, last night ( Read more... )

"C'est pour moi un devoir, je dois m'adresser a vous en anglais. This is for me a duty, I must address myself to you in English ( Read more... )

Sometimes, even if you just tap something lightly, the re-ver-berat-ions go really far

Enough of this nonsense ( Read more... )

Coming Into Los Angeles ( Read more... )

It would be best, perhaps, not best in the sense of a "clear", linear explanation, but perhaps more 'best' in the sense of simple functionality, of being able to keep going within such a, framework without frames, a causally-linked self-devouring chain, something of the sort ( Read more... )

I remember back last year in the dorms, when it was cold in the winter, the walls didn't seem to afford any kind of insulation, they kept me inside and slightly warmer than outside, but miserable, stuck inside with all the human drama and mundanity, unable to really get warm, and obligated by my schoolwork to resist the impulse to just throw myself ( Read more... )

Ah! Snide observations, imbued with subtle implications and something that isn't an insult, because it's couched in the formula of a legitimate "argument ( Read more... )