i've caught the piercing bug again. i'm thinking horizontal navel.

an example, upon a muscular/hairy boy stomach. except mine would not be crooked/nearly as big.

ohhyeah.

so menstrual i could die. die die die.

my hormones are rampant and will bite the head off the next thing that asks me to turn my music down/moves.

this is probably because i have stopped sleeping altogether. the upside: i've written some damn good poetry lately.

the downside: i am homicidal.

kathleen is back! she brought spanish cigarettes and sauciness.

"you smell like hair products and smoke! that's leslie smell!"

<3

chai robot: so. if you and i see zombies.
chai robot: we're going to drop their asses.
balladsofmirth: we'll kick their freakin' asses
chai robot: yes. and then vivie can make a coat out of them.
balladsofmirth: yes.
balladsofmirth: a green coat

i lost my keys.

menstrual cramps abounding. writing also.

insomnia is airborne.

watch it infect an innocent pixilated city!!

i kind of never left the computer lab tonight.
huh.

bush makes texas football gesture, norwegians baffled.

my eyes are full of chlorine.

it's snowing outside. vivie and lisa and i left the cafeteria after talking about the impossibility of snow and got into her volvo. and then it started flaking. we talked about oh how funny is that and then WHOA DAMN it started coming down ( Read more... )

i might need to quit smoking so much. eventually ( Read more... )