so the television in my parents living room is broken, so they took up the teevee in the middle room with the computer, so instead of fucking up on aim and here, i sat in the middle of my room and wrote. a problem in which a television has to break in order for me to fix ( Read more... )

i know i can't smoke what with this bronchitis thing, which, by the way, fuck you whoever gave it to me without warning. but i remembered the existence of tea and looked up recipes online. milk or butter was suggested to extract the thc, and i put a little bit of both with a big chunk of marijuana and steaming water. tastes terrible. in the midst ( Read more... )

jesus. i hate this house. i'll clean my own floors. i already buy my own food. there are several reasons that i've been getting agitated with living here in my parents house, and they are all terribly valid and agreeable but i won't bore you with them now ( Read more... )

bronchitis. stop smoking. feel the worst that i've felt in a while. oh well, hope i get better.

hate living in this house sometimes.

hope ivan goes to louisiana.

head is like.. i have no idea.

it's the kind of sick where my entire body is sore and begging for a massage. but there is a thick, SICK smell permeating through my pores that attracts animals noses and repels people. every time i get up my head feels like it's imploding and all the pressure is building. i have a terrible headache. and an incredibly sexy voice. that is, until it ( Read more... )

ahhhh, life.

hannah called me up for a lunch break. i was so happy to hear from her, so happy. we've been friends for so long, how could it end over a stupid moment of weakness and extreme vomitting of insults that's completely my fault.
after that i figured i'd head home, but there was traffic, and i didn't quite feel like driving in traffic, so i called up the ( Read more... )

so, i was driving to i don't know where and i saw a young man at the bus stop with his thumb in the air. i kept going but realized that he was hitchhiking, and that maybe i should give him a ride, in a completely cognizantly aware state of mind. i U-ied and lowered my window, 'hey, um, do you need a ride ( Read more... )

ehh, today was for moments.
picked up the phone without thinking. it was oliver. wanted to see how i was doing. it was different this time.
went to the cinema and cried so hard i got the hiccups.
talked about this to an indian man who worked the gas station. he lectured me on not taking media too seriously. and asked me what i write about. i tried ( Read more... )

i realized tonight that at least a slight variation of isolation will be inevitable. i am going. to be. alone. and it isn't because i want to. and it isn't because my friends are so shitty, either. i had an enlightening mini-conversation with liz rosenberg.. incidentally i made her feel guilty sometime along the way. which makes complete sense. ( Read more... )