is flesh in your hands.

it's 2007.

sometimes life is treating me well, and sometimes it's not. i still haven't got paid the cash money flow, creepy contractor owes me money that he probably won't pay me. i don't have much to live on until july 20th. even after that, it's all going to rent. need a new job? yes. please. more time sleeping. less time smoking weed and drinking. more ( Read more... )

I've been home for a little over a week now -- I feel like I want to say so much, but i don't really know where to start. I passed up an offer for a ride home so that I could go home earlier on the greyhound to see Sunn o))), i've felt strange ever since that show. It was an amazing experience, but I don't really feel like writing about it now. The ( Read more... )

the world is such a mess lately, have people been reading the news, all i read is democracy now, and it makes me want to die. i'm a mess too, though, and that makes me want to die. the english major is so stressful, it's one of the easiest majors maybe, it gives you a lot of freedom, but it makes me feel like such a waste, it makes me question the ( Read more... )

hey hey i have yellow tail chardonnay ( Read more... )

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it's not always a good time to do this, but i just realized that it is always a good time to eat pizza. i have to commute to queens everyday now a days, labor is sometimes much better than some stupid minumum wage job, but not when the weather is brutal and you have to paint aluminum pipes the color of shit for 6 hours, and then you have to throw ( Read more... )

I just looked back at old journal entries. They made me so ashamed of myself, and I was really close to deleting this journal. Instead, I'm updating it. As sorry and pathetic as pretty much every entry in this journal is, I think it would have been really bad to delete this. If I did, I wouldn't be able to remember how ridiculous I was. Even though ( Read more... )

ouch ( Read more... )