I've always wanted to be Brett Ashley, since she vowed "I'm not going to be one of those bitches who ruins children." Except that really, she's a bitch who ruins men, and more importantly a bitch that ruins herself. Except that now I'm alone in the end begging "Jake, let's never talk about it" but I inevitably do. And he tells her that she'll ( Read more... )

mm, it's time for queer cabaret again. I'm wooing everyone to come with promises that I'll be onstage, having sex with a man-loving-man, and kissing Maggie who will be dressed as Marlene Deitrich and singing "Come Rain or Come Shine." Saturday at 9:30. Watch me blush ( Read more... )

everybody agrees that I win for the Worst Week Ever. But I got a shiny new computer out of it! Now I'm morally debating pirated software. Thoughts?

If I keep getting tied up in school and forgetting to eat, I'm going to be swimsuit-skinny for winter break! Who kept buying me subscriptions to YM during my formitive years?

i have half an eclair from the french nuns sitting in my fridge and i can't stop thinking about it. i think if i don't eat it i'll see it in my dreams. there is only one way to solve this.

man, le tigre was fuckin sweet. matching color-scheme outfits and tight dance moves and "decepticon" was awesome, but my favorite is still that one that starts "if you ask us how we want it we'll say man-to-man." JD is so hot with a pinup tattoo inside the bicep and she was totally packing. Her voice is so unexpected. She's my ideal man. ( Read more... )

Chris moved out. her empty mustard-colored room makes me sad. and i keep having funny dreams ( Read more... )

jacuzzi with foaming milk bath and bubbles threatening to overpower the sides of the tub. john coltrane to deafening volume. jasmine tea. men's underwear and levis and a ripped kid's shirt I've had for almost four years. raymond carver's stories made into a movie with tom waits and everybody you'd expect. i'm so exhausted and relaxed that i ( Read more... )

( lots of self-pity that needs to get off my fingertips, but really doesn't need to be read )

dear everybody,

stop standing me up.
you could've gotten totally lucky.

love, carey

p.s. do i have a lazy eye or something that nobody has told me about?
p.p.s. cause it's totally not funny any more.

haven't been able to sleep yet, except for a harrowing fifteen minutes in which I had a lucid dream where I was in prison and watching people dismember and rape me. That's enough to scare you off sleep for life, I tell you what ( Read more... )