Life is so rad.

I vow to keep in touch with every one of my long lost friends who are dangling somewhere in oblivion, if they ever find me again.

New Years and clean slates and promises that I intend to keep.  This is the year.  It's happening already.

No, I'm not giving up my infinite pessimism for anything, but the action is taking over ( Read more... )

oh my FUCKING GOD, i hate being here all alone. the family is away on vacation. my roommate ran away from me. my boyfriend just went home. i hate being left behind. i really fucking do. i could be in nova scotia. or i could be in hamburg. i have to get out of this place. it's too fucking lonely. time to get some shit done and visit the ( Read more... )

I wish it would rain. At least I would know the weather understands.

i almost forgot. i cut my hair LIKE WHOA. yep. i'm officially average. it's not even fabulously short. just plain... medium. i've resigned. fuck it ( Read more... )

you know i've never meant to hurt anyone but myself.

And then one day, all the light bulbs in her head

just

went

out.

Fuck humidity. Montana was wonderful in ways no one will ever understand. Terrible, as well. But I'm glad I went. Somewhat sorry but very relieved that it's over. I will miss everyone tremendously. We will promise to have lunch, dinner, keep in touch, reunions... but we all know those things don't happen. Goodbye, darlings... it's been fun ( Read more... )

Heading to Philly today, flying to Montana tomorrow. My oh my. I called Feaster to request the heavy sedatives he recommended for the plane. He asked a zillion questions as usual, which I've become tired of answering. He said not to skip one single day's dose because, "you don't want to end up in a psych hospital in Montana where you don't know ( Read more... )

Man oh man, life is fucking busy. Leah and I moved in and are settling nicely. But I'm really not in the mood to talk about our killer place because I'm fucking leaving for Montana on Sunday. TOTALLY NOT STOKED. Also, I've been reading an accumulation of old notes from middle school and high school, some of which Leah returned to me, most are ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's so close to over. I am SICK TO FUCKING DEATH of this semester. So much drama. At least I've learned from it. There is rarely such a thing as a trustworthy person. There is rarely such a thing as a friend. Live and learn, I suppose ( Read more... )