i had the best hangover ever today; i'm going to tell you all about it ( Read more... )

no one has the "right" to take my body or choices away from me. fight for yours.

wall of protest

if i don't find a job by june, i'm pretty damn sure i'll be seriously considering either of the following options:

1. school & work stateside.
2. enlisting

seriously.

i am home; i never thought i'd be free of the peninsula but, well, i am. it's lost its sparkle and, pretty as it may be, i am utterly and completely over it.

in other news: am i the only one who didn't know about youporn ?!

i just watched Jesus Camp with my brothers ( Read more... )

yesterday i:

wrote for two whole hours

&

got long, messy fringe bangs, circa senior year.

i'm fucking happy.

i knew things would all work out this way, but c'est la vi. i'm happy. eighteen more days until i'm complete again. i feel something turning in gears inside me: i feel a big fat writing session coming up.

i'll be in california by wednesday night. besides being nervous about making my connecting flight, i'm [even more]terrified that no one is going to want to see me. i'm sure people will want to say hi, but i'm really looking forward to being social and going out to be with people i miss. my biggest fear is that i haven't ben missed.

i'm drinking gin&sprite + eating tagalongs/thin mints after a quarter liter of wine and indian food. a recipe for disaster?

i am drunk but i keep drinking. i think it's my desire to let everything [note: i originally typed "everyone"- freudian slip?] collapse in a glass [or a plastic blue cup, since we're without our household goods still -- but you get the idea, right?]. i miss having physical arms to shamelessly fall into; everything's so much different when you're ( Read more... )