Dear self-righteous vegan classmate,

Today I ate a cheeseburger and thought of you. Take that you freaking robot.

I'll tell you once more
before I get off the floor:
don't bring me down.

"...And -- are you -- happy now, John?"
"I've settled with life on fairly acceptable terms. Isn't that all a reasonable person can ask for?"
"He can ask for much more than that. He can ask for the coming true of his most improbable dreams."
"It's best not to ask for too much."

'cause I'm trying to cook like a grown-up.

( beef and bean chile verde (yahoo.com) )

Cannot fucking sleep. Alarm goes off in approx. 2 hours. I am not pleased.

I didn't want to read this story. It's eight pages and I have plenty of others to choose for the assignment. But the opening goes like this:

When he appeared at the door, it wasn't possible, a man come out of an ash storm, all blood and slag, reeking of burned matter, with pinpoint glints of slivered glass in his face.

How could anyone say no?

Epiphany noted and left precariously dangling.

I am tired of having everything I do turn out fucked up.

High Plains Drifter = honest to god horror movie. Seriously, this abomination is Freud's birthday party. So much disturbing shit. On top of that, when Eastwood smiles in the hotel, his eyes make him look just like someone I know. Creeps me the fuck out. I need a hug. And maybe a few shots, to forget this movie.

Disappointed/terrified. I could have done so much better had I mustered up the will to start things earlier, but... it just wouldn't happen. I don't know why. All I know is, at this point, I'm going to make myself sick if I keep worrying like this. It's all out of my control now. I'd been looking forward to having time to myself and only minimal ( Read more... )