They're all so happy now that I've done wrong
I'm surprised they don't come up and thank me.

Thank you Neko Case.

Being home for several days in the summer means a few things to me:
1. The joy, the unparalleled joy of going to the refrigerator and helping myself to an endless bounty of goodness without feeling that with every bite, I am eating my money and future happiness.

2.  My skin is two shades darker and covered with bramble scratches, bug bites and ( Read more... )

Of the many things that confuse me ( Read more... )

I could question my current happiness or let it wash over me like a tidal wave.

I like the latter option better.

Dear Woman at Open Eye,

There are ironic commentary hipster clothes, and then there are the fashions of the mentally ill. Your outfit today:


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I have never slept in my whole life long.  I have only ever written this paper.  I cannot conceive of a time before or after the paper.  I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, and some of it may be directly self-contradictory.  At least I have a good title: "They Can Take Our Lives, But They Can Never Take Our Freedom...Fries."

Too long?

I do this bad thing where I adopt the writing/thought patterns of books when I'm very struck by them.  This is problematic in the case of first-person books with unreliable or unsavory narrators, but even with nice narrators it is disturbing. 
Right now I'm reading The Philosophy of Andy Warhol for class, and I don't like what it's doing to my ( Read more... )

Maaaaan, fuckabuncha

1.voicemails
2.e-mails
3.regular mails (bills, not letters)
4. mean dogs
5. chapped lips
6. hacking TB cough (though it is the most romantic terminal illness)
7. absent friends
8. deadlines
9. burritos that taste more like vomit than anything else in the world including some actual vomit
10. the frequency with which the word "vomit" has ( Read more... )

I have a directing presentation in a little less than six hours, so I'm gonna make a list of things that have nothing to do with it, for such is my logic ( Read more... )

I feel like love keeps grinding my face into the pavement, and I'm like "hey, knock that off, that's my face" and love is like "i find it funny that you think i care."

Ouch.
Lessons:
1. Don't mix parties with feelings.
2.Content removed due to feelings.
3. be patient.