He was my friend, and he's dead. Dammit.

They say that all good things must end someday
autumn leaves must fall
but don'tcha know that it hurts me so
to say goodbye to you?
Wish you didn't have to go.
No, no, no, no.

And when the rain
beats against my windowpane
I'll think of summer days again
and dream of you.

Experiencing an intense wave of premature Weltschmerz.

Why is it such a big deal to me that he hasn't taken down myspace photos of his ex?

I'm such a fucking girl.

I might love you, but seriously: Go fuck yourself.

This Monday, May 28, I am going to be interviewing Sage Francis, one of my favorite rappers EVER ( Read more... )

In a few years, I'm going to have magma-babies. And while that might SOUND painful, I assure you it might not be. Especially not after they cool down and are revealed to be jewel-encrusted solid gold. Talk about a payoff ( Read more... )

I don't go back to Columbia for another month and so many things await me. Presents and hugs will constitute the BEST welcome home I could imagine ( Read more... )

I'm writing an essay about the nuclear capabilities of North Korea.

Just because.

Fuck you, I'm not nerdy.

I'm a one woman soap box opera, dramatizing before now after.
Everywhere at three pm.
Come tomorrow, I'll be back again,
but look later on and you'll find me gone,
replaced by stupid late night laughter.