I'm sick of all the misery games.

If you haven't seen the Justin Timberlake special on HBO, you should now frame your life around the next showing. I'm taping it. It's soft-core porn for the Spice Girl generation. I've been dared to write an "Ode to SexyBack". Oh, it's in the works, let me tell you...

Nothing to report. Books rule. Women's Studies rules. I'm slowly writing. I'm ( Read more... )

It's hard to create something artful when there's laundry to do, babies to change, and you're suffering from intense sleep deprivation. Or when you've been staring at the same page of a textbook for 25 minutes, without reading a single line. Or when you've accidentally turned your hair purple. 
Fuck the mundane.

Why is it ok that my brother is a "troubled young man", and I can't so much as voice an opinion without being told to calm down, or shut up ( Read more... )

I haven't stopped laughing in about 20 minutes.


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My mom was cleaning out the freezer, and this went down.

"This is such a waste, now this vodka is frozen, I bet it's no good anymore."

"...Mom, vodka doesn't freeze. Someone watered it down, look how it's separated. I learned not to do that in freshmen year... apparently someone has yet to receive that particular pearl of teenage wisdom."

"....THAT ( Read more... )

"Hannah, will you be DD? Oh, and we can't give you gas money, but we'll try to smoke in your mom's car, fuck with the pre-sets, and tell shitty, drunken jokes while smelling like cheap vodka."
"Hey! I haven't talked to you in 3 weeks, but how are you? Uh-huh, listen, I need some advice..."
"Hannah! I need a ride!"
"Hannah! I need sex!"
"Hannah! I need ( Read more... )

Can we run away, please?

I'm seeing Harry fucking Potter in 8 hours and 6 minutes. Holy shitballs.

"Hannah, you should write songs. And I'll play guitar."

Bitchin'.

Oh, and my comment got deleted off the slam myspace. Good times.