I'm going to see The Fratellis in September with the sister, Jessica and Damian. We will once more venture south to the wonders of Dallas, where there is actually some semblance of a music scene. I am much, much excited ( Read more... )

all of this used to matter.

Now I'm just drunk and alone.

Happy Mother's Day.

I swear to God, they use songs by the Fratellis to promote the most absurd, random and inappropriate shit.

Chelsea Dagger is not a song intended to promote a kid's movie, people.

However, it is awesome, and makes me smile.

I fucking love the Fratellis.

I just wanna dance with you.

I know other people do it, easily, in fact, but I cannot seem to get the hang of sleeping at night. Night time seems to be so full of other things that need to be done--dishes to be washed, apartments to be cleaned, friends to be seen, work to be done. To sleep at night seems wasteful. Like I'm throwing away the best part of the day ( Read more... )

I want to drink. A lot. I have to work tomorrow, and I wasn't supposed to, and I have no idea why I answer the phone on my days off...and I might have failed my final for Religion and Violence?

Why won't anyone drink with me? I don't have my last final until Thursday! SOMEONE LOVE ME

I'm writing this on my new laptop! Yay ( Read more... )

I spend most of my free time studying, crying, or watching Chinese soap operas. Mostly studying as of late, as every religious studies professor is a procrastinator at heart, thus all of our major assignments/tests have been within the last two weeks. I still kind of want to kill myself, but it's slowly passing. Finals are coming! YAY ( Read more... )

So, watching Grey's Anatomy apparently makes me think.

Who is my "person"? The one person that I have to tell to make something real? The only person I actually *want* to tell things?

Meh. I had a whole existential crisis planned out to discuss, but fuck it.

Everyone listen to The Fratellis and dance! I demand it.

The new woman at work sickens me. She's so old she has the old lady smell (death/cat pee) and I worry that if she dies in the kiosk, we won't be able to get rid of it. And, she's ruining my day off. She was supposed to come in on Sunday and work 9-12 so I could train her how to close, but she didn't. She was "too sick ( Read more... )