fuck california,

i'm looking forward (and north) to oregon.

also, fuck you throat infection on vacation (what kind of body am i living in?!)

I hate everything. From my fucking wicked evil cat to the fact that I now owe the government four fucking grand.

You'll probably be able to identify my corpse if Crake is kind enough to leave teeth intact. My eyeballs with probably be eaten first, then hands. Thank god I have tattoos.

I am sick; constantly, irreversibly sick. I will probably die in the next two years. Fortunately I've gained some weight, so I have a little bit to lose. This puts me in a slightly better position than usual ( Read more... )

So it's a tuesday, and the weather is painfully beautiful. I'm waiting for Sam and Jake to wake up so we can go to the park. I really wish that I had my sunglasses. And for that matter, my toothbrush. I can feel the plaque ( Read more... )

It's 2.26 pm (when I started this), and the boys are both still asleep. They went to sleep around 11.45-12.00 ish, and I cannot believe that both of them are still in bed ( Read more... )

I hate everything. This goddamned unfair, ridiculous, unpleasant life. Today, I have to go to Lowes, Target, Wheatsville, and quite possibly a tattoo shop. That's probably the only thing that will sink me out of my unpleasant mood ( Read more... )

Today has been bitterly cold. So I've made a cake, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Last night, I made apple pie like a frontierswoman (peeling my own apples and such). Auston's going to get fat ( Read more... )

Last night, we went to a tattoo convention which was both disappointing and dull. I felt sort of weird the whole time. I'm distracted by thoughts of Aaron. I didn't get a tattoo - I didn't want to talk to anybody for some reason. I called Mom's to see if she had any openings today, but alas... so it looks like it will just be a day of staying ( Read more... )

So here's what I learned today:

1) don't talk to ex-boyfriends when I'm mad
2) call Dad when I'm sad
3) take a fucking class already
4) VIVA LA REVOLUCION!

That is all.

I love you, Kat. I hope we get to talk soon (i.e. tomorrow).

Seriously, the house will not get clean. There just isn't enough space for all this stuff, and there's a lot that I cannot get rid of. I would like to get rid of most everything I own, though. A more minimalist existence would be quite desirable. I need a sewing table, and my own room ( Read more... )