Please welcome von_doom to our little community.

Because of some radical changes in my life, and because I've hated the name since I hit "save", the "Hardqore" journal is go bye-bye. I'm not going to update it any more. von_doom will be friends only.

Whatever happened to the tracksuit party? Did you supercilious bastards cut me out of that?

Say what now?

I haven't read the whole thing yet, but it terrifies me:

( PISCES )

Shit's very weird right now. It's too much to go into. I'll talk to you about it later, but I'm okay. Sorry I've been such a weird ass.

I'm feeling hinky.

Suspect.

Untrustworthy.

I feel like I could blow at any moment.

Also, I think I'm coming down with something.

Anita emailed me. She wants me to call her. She hasn't said why. Is she getting married? Is she leaving town? Does she need something? Is something wrong?

God, I feel sick.

On Sunday, Sept 19 at 2 pm, local author Ronald Gross will impersonate Socrates at the Brooklyn Public Library 2nd floor meeting room. Is this kitsch? Philopher impersonators? I think with enough ecstasy a Greek night at some nightclub could really hop.

Bigtime mood swings. Yesterday I get home and... well, let me cast this in the form of a play ( Read more... )

Twelve hours of sleep has improved my outlook a bit. I recognize that I am cultivating a sour, shitkicker attitude in order to tough out this next phase of the collapse of my personality. Like, I'm getting pissed off at my friends so that they won't be a reason to stay here. (Not you, Todd & Matthew.) I'm not working hard to keep track of a certain ( Read more... )