A few days ago, as i drove down monte vista, i saw a medium size plastic bag full of poo.

i laughed to myself.

today, as i drove down monte vista, i noticed it's still there. only now it's all smooshed.

i wonder how long the bag of poo will stay there.

i figure i know it's time to quit my job when the only thing i can think as i stand on the ladder getting shoes is "please let me fall and hurt myself so i never have to go back to this place ever again ( Read more... )

never been more stressed about school ever.

ever. ever.

i want to quit it.

before i go to sleep at night i rub my feet together and silently panic about all the things that aren't right in my life ( Read more... )

i am a fine wine, dammit.

now i remember why i used to immerse myself in movies. [the great escape]

monday i leave for a seven day vacation. [thank god]

work is unraveling. it's stressing me the fuck out. i'm quiting at the end of the summer. [you want discounts, get em now] [you know someone that could get me an job in the city, i'll <3 u forever ( Read more... )

i want to cut my hair real short and get my tattoo.

soon.

i spent the last night of my twentieth year on shrooms ( Read more... )

satisfied.
unsatisfied.

it's always one or the other.

BOO